Arrr! A scallywag from California be six feet under, his rusty bits plundered from a canyon deep!
2025-02-15
Arrr! A scallywag from California met his fate, along with his trusty chariot and a heap o' metal bits, all plundered by the depths—1,000 feet below the grand rim o' the canyon! Aye, ‘tis a right curious treasure hunt gone awry, me hearty!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears for a tale from the treacherous depths of the Grand Canyon, where a poor landlubber met his unfortunate fate! Aye, on the morn of February 10th, search crews stumbled upon the body of a Californian scallywag near the Yavapai Geology Museum, just after a ruckus about a broken rock wall and scattered bits of a cursed contraption—err, that be a car, I reckon!As the skies above were filled with the mighty wings of Grand Canyon aviators, they spotted a vehicle and the remains of the young lad, a mere 20 years into his voyage, lying a thousand feet down below the canyon's rim! A brave crew of four, with the assistance of those aerial swashbucklers, managed to reel in the lost soul from the clutches of the canyon's depths.
Now, it be said that between 10 and 15 poor souls meet their doom in this wild park each season, and alas, the trail crew be set to mend the broken wall, so keep yer heads on a swivel if ye be visiting! The investigation continues, and the medical examiner's office be in cahoots to uncover the mystery of this tragic tale. So, steer clear of the rocks, ye scallywags, and keep yer sea legs steady! Arrr!