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Dave Cawley
Dave.
I'm Dave Cawley, host of the Cold podcast. Uinta Triangle is a standalone story written and produced by the same team that makes cold. Now, if you're enjoying Uinta Triangle here in the cold feed, do me a huge favor and follow youw into Triangle on its own feed. Doing this is the best way to support the KOLD team while we're working on season four. Thanks.
George Beard
My camera's named Alice. I sent her last spring to you to be doctored. I love that old thing. She was still convalescent when the summertime came. You charged 30 bucks. I sent you the same. The grand, glorious autumn, which I love so well. Poor Alice. No better. Oh, don't it beat hell? The trees now are covered with sparkling snow. Oh, Alice, where art thou? Damned if I know. George Beard. Telegram to Eastman Kodak Co. November 26, 1923.
Dave Cawley
Go ahead, Marilyn, and tell me what we had for breakfast this morning. Marilyn Koolstra sits in her home in the suburb of Heathmont. I'm across from her holding a microphone and turning knobs on an audio recorder.
Marilyn Koolstra
For breakfast, we had lobster bisque, followed by.
Dave Cawley
Did we?
Marilyn Koolstra
Snails. Snails on toast.
Dave Cawley
I don't remember that part. We've come a long way from our first conversation. Me, the news reporter on the phone. She, the widow who had just learned her husband Eric Robinson's remains were located in the Uinta Mountains. It's now years later, when I've traveled to Australia to meet Marilyn in person and interview her in depth. We've developed a strong rapport. Our conversations have gone deeper than I anticipated.
I'm trusting you are well, and hopefully it's well placed.
If I violate your trust.
Marilyn Koolstra
No, I feel sure you won't do that.
Dave Cawley
Good.
I've come to see Marilyn as a friend. That's a perilous position for a journalist because we sometimes have to push people out of their comfort zones. And I'm about to push Marilyn.
You up to this?
Marilyn Koolstra
Yes.
Dave Cawley
You sure?
Marilyn Koolstra
Yes.
Dave Cawley
Okay.
Marilyn's brought a box out of storage to show me. A box she's kept tucked away for years. Tell me what is in this box, if you would.
Marilyn Koolstra
An evidence bag. Okay. And? It's from Allsop Lake, where the backpack was found.
Dave Cawley
Eric's backpack and its contents spent five years in the sun and snow.
Julia
You smell it?
Dave Cawley
Oh, yeah.
Yeah. It's like the odor of a used bookstore. Earthy and astringent.
Marilyn Koolstra
I can smell. I can smell the backpack and the contents, the things that came back. It's a smell of items sitting locked away for A length of time. Weathered, maybe a little bit damp. You can smell the mustiness of that.
Dave Cawley
When hikers found Eric's partial remains and his backpack in 2016, it answered the question of where he'd been for five years. But it didn't explain how or why he ended up in such a dangerous spot so far off the Uinta Highline Trail. Marilyn hoped she might find the answer to that question. In this box of evidence containing the items recovered from inside the backpack, we
Marilyn Koolstra
have Eric's trail map, and we have Eric's notebook. And you can see that it's very weathered. It's been out there. It's got just a few things in it, notes and addresses, but not much significance.
Dave Cawley
It's the notebook Marilyn gifted Eric before his second trip to Nepal. She had urged him to write about his experiences. I take it and flip through the fragile pages, but there's not much there. Next is the epirb.
Marilyn Koolstra
This is Eric's freedom to walk solo.
Dave Cawley
He had promised Marilyn he'd be safe trekking alone so long as he had this emergency beacon. But he never pressed the button.
Marilyn Koolstra
Yep. Unused of no assistance at all, Marilyn
Dave Cawley
pulls a leather wallet out of the box. She thumbs through the cards inside. Driver's license, credit card, YHA membership. That's the Youth Hostels Association.
Marilyn Koolstra
You can sleep anywhere in shelter with that around the world.
Dave Cawley
There's a senior citizen card, which Eric received when he turned 60.
Marilyn Koolstra
Before he got it, he was indignant that people would ask if he had one because, do I look that old? And after he got it, he was very proud to have it because it gave you a lot of lurks and perks, because a canny Scotsman likes to get something for free sometimes.
Dave Cawley
When Marilyn first received this box in the mail, she opened the wallet and saw her own face staring back at her.
Marilyn Koolstra
That was a confronting moment. You know, the photo of me was somewhat wet and stuck to the COVID
Dave Cawley
I can see the photo is badly damaged. Season after season of exposure to snowmelt has caused the emulsion to lift off the paper and bond to the plastic window inside the wallet.
Marilyn Koolstra
But one of the things that I found of a huge comfort. I'm imprinted on the wallet here.
Dave Cawley
Marilyn's image is fused into the plastic
Marilyn Koolstra
in just a little way. I was there with him.
Dave Cawley
We both sit quiet for a moment. Then Marilyn takes the last item out of the evidence box. It's the one object most likely to harbor the answers we seek. Eric's camera.
Marilyn Koolstra
The memory card was in good condition. And on here are the precious photos of his last trek.
Dave Cawley
My name's Dave Cawley. You're listening to Uinta Triangle, an audio documentary from KSL Podcasts. This is the eighth episode A Picture's Worth. I've been obsessed with a dead man's camera for years. Marilyn mentioned Eric's camera to me during our very first conversation over the phone shortly after his remains were located in 2016.
Marilyn Koolstra
I believe that the final photos that Eric took are still still intact.
Dave Cawley
She hadn't yet received the box at that point and hadn't seen the pictures herself.
Marilyn Koolstra
I'm looking forward to when that's released to be able to share Eric's appreciation of the Uintas.
Dave Cawley
The Uintas are a place worth appreciating for sure. But the idea Eric might have taken photos there in his final days caught my attention for a different reason. I wondered if photos might reveal why he left the Uinta Highline Trail prior to his death. I told Marilyn the situation reminded me of another story from early in my career.
There was a story that I covered when I was a brand new reporter and it was a story of a mother and daughter who came up to
the Uintas and ran into a circumstance
where they didn't return very much like Eric and they had had a film camera.
You and I wouldn't be here talking about Eric if not for this case of the missing mother and daughter. It's my origin story in a way, and I'd like you to understand how it prepared me for the task of investigating Eric's death. So let's jump back to September of 2003. I had just started my first real job as a radio news reporter when Carol Weatherton and her daughter Kim Beverly vanished in the Hyuintas.
Dave Edmonds
It was no more than a day hike. We're under the understanding that they were going to come up here for no more than about 24 hours.
Dave Cawley
That's the voice of Dave Edmonds, the sheriff of Summit county at the time. Carol was 58, Kim was 39. They had traveled to Utah from their homes in Florida and Georgia for a week long vacation.
Dave Edmonds
They are avid hikers. This is something that they like to do on vacation. So this is not out of the ordinary for them at all.
Dave Cawley
Kim and Carol started their hike on a Monday. A Forest Service ranger saw them at the Crystal Lake trailhead that morning and warned them a storm was coming. They didn't appear to be dressed for bad weather.
Dave Edmonds
We are hoping that they're prepared for a long stay in the woods, although there's no Evidence that would lead us to believe that they are prepared to stay in the woods that long.
Dave Cawley
No one realized they were missing until they failed to catch their flights back home the following Saturday. The Parrish rented SUV has been in this parking lot for a week now, and authorities are searching the numerous trails that begin here. Searchers admit the women's chances of survival after a week are not very high.
Dave Edmonds
Last night it froze up here, and over the past week it's been down into the teens, and that's a factor
Dave Cawley
that's around minus 8 Celsius. Unusually cold for early September, Kim and Carol used a guidebook to plan their hike. They'd marked the page for a trail called the the Clyde Lake Loop. Bloodhounds bolted off down that trail, seeming to follow ascent. But they didn't find the missing mother and daughter. Searchers say it's likely the two went off trail because after three days of searching, no one has reported seeing any sign of the women. Sheriff Edmonds called off the search after 10 days. And winter snow soon buried the Uinta Mountains. But Summit County's search and rescue team commander, Allen Sidaway, refused to give up.
Allen Sidaway
Over the winter, this case has been on the forefront of the Summit county sheriff's minds and especially on the minds of our search and rescue members.
Dave Cawley
So the following June, after the snow melted, Sidaway sent cadaver dog teams into the backcountry by helicopter.
Julia
The captain says their department looked over the case and made aerial surveys, then decided to conduct a training exercise in the area, preparing briefing searchers they could find clues about the missing hikers.
Dave Cawley
One of the searchers saw something shiny glinting in the sun. Maybe a Mylar balloon that had escaped the hands of a child and floated into the mountains on a breeze. It actually turned out to be strips of a Mylar emergency blanket shoved into a crack along the top of a large boulder. Around this rock, Searchers found two backpacks, a pair of water bottles, a container of matches, and more items that you
Allen Sidaway
would carry in a pack for a day hike, such as a first aid kit, lip balm camera, that type of thing.
Dave Cawley
A camera. That wasn't all.
Allen Sidaway
Further search revealed some bone fragments in the area of the the camp.
Dave Cawley
The discovery of human remains in the Hyuintas brought local news crews rushing up to the Crystal Lake trailhead. The Summit County Sheriff's office held them there, miles away from the actual site because recovery efforts continued into the next morning.
Julia
And they discovered more bones today.
Allen Sidaway
If it's determined that they are in fact human remains, the nature of the remains that we've recovered is such we'll have to do DNA testing in order to try and identify the person.
Dave Cawley
They weren't dealing with an intact skeleton, only bits and pieces. A forensic anthropologist determined at least four of the bones were human. Two right femurs and two right humeruses. Two victims, not one. A couple weeks later, Sheriff Edmonds announced DNA testing confirmed one set of bones belonged to Kim Beverly. The other could only be Carol Weatherton. At a press conference, Edmonds said he believed they died from hypothermia.
Dave Edmonds
It should be noted that the scene appeared to be configured by individuals who were attempting to shelter from bad weather.
Dave Cawley
Deputy Jim Snyder, the guy who had found Kim and Carol's jeep, stepped to the podium. A large map hung from a whiteboard next to him. Snyder pointed to a place called Long Lake, a couple miles back from the trailhead. It's my opinion that Kim and Carol were probably in that area. The storm was pressing down on them and they simply chose the wrong path. They simply went through the wrong pass and led them down into that hazardous canyon in the middle fork of the Weber. And then they were overtook by the storm. Snyder supposed Kim and Carol made a 90 degree turn off the wide well, traveled easy to follow trail onto a faint, difficult to follow footpath by accident, then followed it up and over a tall hill. They went through this pass, the opposite way into a very remote canyon that no one, hardly anyone goes into. And that's where they were eventually located. This theory went against conventional search and rescue wisdom, but in the eyes of the authorities, it was the only explanation that made sense, given where Kim and Carol ended up. A photo lab managed to develop the film from Kim and Carol's camera. A KSL news radio reporter named Mark Juke gained access to those 23 images a couple years later.
Mark Juke
It was haunting to see the photos. I mean, really, when you look at these people out for a day hike and there's no perceived threat, and really, why should there be?
Dave Cawley
Mark's a former colleague of mine, but we were competitors back in 2006. That's when he obtained permission from Carol's husband Jim to publish the pictures.
Jim Snyder
Kim and Carol had no working knowledge of the weather patterns up there. And so the clouds, as the series of pictures precede the front that was coming in, caught them completely by surprise.
Mark Juke
There are those times when we become powerless against nature. And I think his motivation was to try to get that warning out.
Dave Cawley
Kim and Carol's photos showed overcast skies as they started their hike.
Mark Juke
The detective who was working this case really focused on the body language of these two. At the first, they were relaxed and happy, and, you know, look at this beautiful scenery. Light jackets tied around their waist. You're enjoying the day. You hear that wind roar through the pines, and you think, maybe a storm's coming.
Dave Cawley
The weather shifted at photo number 18. It showed a slab of bedrock with shimmering sheets of rainwater cascading down it. A photo of rain pounding the surface of a lake fall.
Mark Juke
Very heavy, cold rain is just pelting the lake to the point that you see the big splashes.
Dave Cawley
Summit county deputies told Jim this was long lake, where they believed Kim and Carol got lost.
Jim Snyder
They had in all probability, based on the pictures, gone down to a lake and came back up to the trail and went the wrong way. And that's also right about the time the weather hit.
Mark Juke
And the last photo I think of Carol shows that she had then pulled up her hoodie, maybe a forced smile a little bit. Carol is kind of bunched up, and she has her shoulders shrugged.
Dave Cawley
Kim and Carol did underestimate the risks.
Jim Snyder
It's very different from the mountains and, say, in the appalachians, Blue ridge mountains, and things on this side of the country.
Dave Cawley
But they were not reckless.
Jim Snyder
They had maps and were prepared in that respect.
Dave Cawley
Their remains were located less than three miles or five kilometers from the trailhead. They could have reached safety with just an hour of brisk walking.
Jim Snyder
I'm confident they did not understand that it really was just a wilderness. I think had they known those things and other people should know that you don't go out into that area without a gps.
Dave Cawley
I'm not convinced a GPS would have saved Kim and Carol because I don't believe they got lost. And I can tell you the official account of how they went missing is wrong. Here's how I know. Soon after Mark published his story, people started posting comments.
Mark Juke
People who knew that area were able to go through and say, okay, this looks like they first went here.
Dave Cawley
They recognized landmarks and locations from some of the pictures.
Mark Juke
Oh, and look, here's the notch.
Dave Cawley
Those places were not on the trail to long lake, where the sheriff supposed Kim and Carol got lost. They were on the Clyde lake loop, the trail Kim and Carol had circled. In their guidebook. Those two trails start from the same place but go in opposite directions.
Mark Juke
There are a lot of uintophiles out there who almost instantly said, well, wait a minute. This actually looks like it's this and that. And there was a discussion, quite a bit of discussion, on which direction they might have gone. And how they ended up where they were.
Dave Cawley
A geocaching group soon pinned down several more of the locations. Again, they were on the Clyde Lake Loop. Who was right? The sheriff's office? Experts or nerds on the Internet? The key to deciding would be finding where Kim and Carol took that photo of rain pounding the surface of a lake. Summit county insisted it was Long Lake. It took several years, but a member of the mountain climbing website Summit Post eventually proved otherwise. That picture, one of Kim and Carroll's last, was taken at a place called Hidden Lake off the Clyde Lake Loop. All of the evidence said Kim and Carol never went to Long Lake. Debunking the official theory of their deaths proved difficult, though, because the sheriff's office hadn't disclosed the exact location of their rock shelter to the public.
Mark Juke
And it wasn't to mislead anybody, but it was just to protect the privacy of the family.
Dave Cawley
They only shared a single photo of it that Mark, the reporter published with his story.
Mark Juke
They were very careful not to show any remains, and that was fine with me. They wanted the public to know the story, and they also wanted to be the gatekeepers of how much the public knew.
Dave Cawley
I started taking Kim and Carol's photos out on hikes to verify and refine the work of the Internet geocachers by rent. Recreating each shot with my own camera. I even filled in a few gaps, placing a couple photos the geocachers had missed. In doing this, I gained a good understanding of what Kim and Carol experienced on their last hike from a journalism perspective.
Mark Juke
That's why we do what we do. We want to shine light on things and hopefully give the public the ability to make more informed decisions and to be more safe.
Dave Cawley
But I couldn't come to a solid conclusion about what had happened to them without knowing the location of their rock shelter. So I sent Summit County a public records request, obtained the coordinates, and went to visit that solemn spot myself.
They stopped in the hollow of this rock.
The official theory says Kim and Carol got here by walking a half circle going left or clockwise. Their pictures prove they actually hiked a half circle going right or counterclockwise. The official theory says Kim and Carol got lost by making a navigational mistake, having walked the path revealed by their photos. I don't buy it. I believe it's more likely they knew where they were, at least roughly, and were intentionally trying to take a shortcut by going off trail.
I've come to believe they were attempting to circle a large feature right up here, Mount Watson.
It could have worked but for some reason they stopped short.
The hillside to the right here is very steep.
I believe one of them was injured, probably by a slip and fall on the uneven, rain soaked ground.
They might have been forced to stop at this location.
Remember, their first aid kit was open and medical tape removed as if they had tried to make a brace or splint.
I personally don't believe this is a spot that someone would stop unless they had an emergency.
Imagine if Kim, the stronger hiker of the two, broke her ankle. Carol would have probably refused to leave her alone while going in search of help. They would have hunkered down to wait as daylight faded and as frigid rain turned to snow. Risk multiplies when you leave an established trail. That's the lesson I took from Kim and Carol's photos. And it's a lesson that will also compare into play in Eric Robinson's case. Eric arrived in Utah to hike the Uinta highline trail in 2011. He spent a few days relaxing with his friend Julia before starting out.
Julia
It was just a really uplifting like, just upbeat time that he was here. Showing off Park City.
Dave Cawley
Julia had recently started a new business called Park City Yoga Adventures. It was an outdoor guide service combined with a yoga studio.
Julia
From the beginning, we always offered paddleboard yoga in the Homestead crater, which is like doing yoga on top of paddle boards in the hot spring.
Dave Cawley
These yoga sessions were one of the company's biggest draws.
Julia
Definitely became honestly world renowned. We're in like coffee table books and on New York Times and everybody likes to mention the Bachelor.
Dave Cawley
She hired a photographer to take promotional pictures of the paddleboard yoga and that photo session coincided with Eric's visit. So he came along and I guess
Julia
he had the camera in the crater and he was definitely snapping photos.
Dave Cawley
Eric left on his hike a couple days later but never came back. Five years passed before the Judd family found Eric's remains at Allsop Lake. They took the SD card out of his camera and turned it over to the Summit County Sheriff's office.
Marilyn Koolstra
They must have gone, what is on here?
Dave Cawley
A deputy plugged the card into a computer. Up popped images from this 64 year old man's camera of attractive young women bending and stretching in a steamy underground cavern.
Marilyn Koolstra
I'm just imagining what was happening in that room. When they got the memory card working and the conversation and the, the look of surprise on their faces, Marilyn received
Dave Cawley
a call from a detective who asked if she was aware of her husband's photography hobby.
Marilyn Koolstra
Does the wife know? Of course she knew about that. You know there's nothing untoward.
Dave Cawley
With that little misunderstanding resolved, she asked, what about the other photos? What about the pictures Eric took on the Highline Trail? Eric's Pentax camera was digital. The photos he took included metadata. That's extra information that gets baked into an image file. Stuff like camera settings, dates, and times. When the Summit County Sheriff's Office reviewed Eric's photos, they noted the date on the final picture was August 5, 2011. They assumed that's when Eric died. But Utah's chief medical examiner told Marilyn he couldn't put that date on the death certificate.
Marilyn Koolstra
The medical examiner said to me that the death would be noted as the. I think the 19th of August 2016. And I said, but we have evidence from the camera that it's 2011. And he goes, yes, but the timestamp
Dave Cawley
wasn't proof of when Eric died. Marilyn disagreed.
Marilyn Koolstra
And I said, well, I would like that to be more factual. And he said, I'll see what I can do. And in due course, the death certificate arrived with the 2016 date on it.
Dave Cawley
The day Eric's remains were found, five years after he died. In his will, Eric stated he wanted to be cremated because only a small portion of his skeletal remains were recovered. Marilyn chose to have his clothing and the backpack ruby cremated as well. The parcel containing those ashes and Eric's possessions arrived in the mail a few weeks later. Marilyn downloaded Eric's photos to her computer. There were 77 from his hike.
Marilyn Koolstra
I just sat there and I looked at them over and over.
Dave Cawley
The first showed Eric standing at the Chipita Lake trailhead at the start of his trek, wearing his backpack and a
Marilyn Koolstra
broad smile, cocky, here I go. I've made it this far. The adventure's coming.
Dave Cawley
The rest showed wild flowers, wildlife, and wild country.
Marilyn Koolstra
You know, showed how happy he was to be there in his place in the mountains.
Dave Cawley
Marilyn even saw a few versions of what she called Eric's signature photograph.
Marilyn Koolstra
The backpack and the poles against a signpost or propped up against a rock, showing the scenery.
Dave Cawley
Her knowledge of the Highline Trail was limited to the one meadow she had visited at the end of the search, where she had built a cairn for Eric. She couldn't point to that place on a map, let alone any of these signposts Eric had photographed. Did the photo show Eric was lost, or did they prove he'd been right where he had planned? Marilyn couldn't say. She scoured the images, trying to suss out the story hidden within them, but just couldn't see. Felt like trying to read a Book written in a foreign language. She needed an interpreter but didn't know who to ask. And so her lynch lingering questions about Eric's death remained unanswered. Instead, Marilyn set herself to the task of honoring Eric's final wish. He had told her that when he died, he wanted his ashes spread in three Scotland, Patagonia, and in the Grampian mountain range of western Victoria, a place also known by the aboriginal name Garroward.
Marilyn Koolstra
It speaks to the significant chapters of his life.
Dave Cawley
Marilyn's daughter Rachel and her husband Jeremy thought it fitting. It was a real reflection of Eric. You know, he'd planned this farewell tour of, you know, where he wanted his ashes. Marilyn had lost her lifelong love of traveling after Eric disappeared. This farewell tour would require her to confront and overcome that. She committed herself to the task.
Marilyn Koolstra
They're equally as stubborn as each other, I think.
Dave Cawley
Marilyn requested that Eric's ashes be split into four portions. She provided one to his son Glenn, and dedicated the other three to her mission. The first leg of the farewell tour began in January of 2017. Marilyn flew to Scotland and went to the small town of Ballingrae, where she had Eric's ashes interred in the same cemetery plot where his mother was buried. Eric at first conceived this farewell tour idea after a trek in Patagonia with his buddy Allen. He had said Alan should be the one to carry a portion of his ashes back there to Torres del Pine National Park.
Marilyn Koolstra
Alan, bless him, didn't hang around for that responsibility.
Dave Cawley
As you might remember, Allen died in 2008 in a fall from a glacier in New Zealand. That meant Marilyn inherited the task of carrying Eric to Patagonia. As luck would have it, a friend had already talked her into booking a cruise to Antarctica. The itinerary included a serendipitous stopover in Chile, so Marilyn was able to visit patagonia in early 2018.
Marilyn Koolstra
And I was able to. To do that myself and enjoy another place and experience the magic of nature in a place that Eric had walked.
Dave Cawley
Marilyn hiked up a hill east of Torres del Paine. Friends, including some she had just met on the cruise, accompanied her. They recorded a video to commemorate the moment. Marilyn angled into the wind and raised the bag of ashes over her head. She gave it a shake.
Marilyn Koolstra
For all the wonderful times, Eric, for all the fun and the laughter we had together, all the hikes we did, all the tears that we shed over silly things and arguments that we may have had, they're all forgotten. For the wonderful times and for our children back in Australia. This one is for Them final toss
Dave Cawley
she dedicated to her grandchildren.
Marilyn Koolstra
Memories will live on of you through the stories that we tell. Farewell, Eric. Cheers.
Dave Cawley
Cheers. One more container of ashes remained. Shortly after returning from Antarctica, Marilyn, her kids and their families drove to the Grampians.
Marilyn Koolstra
We hiked into Mackenzie Falls, and it's always a very busy place.
Dave Cawley
Mackenzie Falls is the crown jewel of Grampians National Park. The trail starts near where the Mackenzie river plunges over a cliff, cascading down rock ledges into a beautiful pool. A stair step path takes hikers down beside the falls. Marilyn and family convenience amid a throng of tourists.
Marilyn Koolstra
I said, let's go downstream of the river a little bit.
Dave Cawley
They walked along hopping rocks across the river looking for a good place.
Marilyn Koolstra
Everybody's in for a little bit of an Eric type hike. Not quite knowing whether around the next
Dave Cawley
bend was the place, Marilyn found a spot where the water slowed and formed swirling eddies.
Marilyn Koolstra
And there was a big rock shelf,
Dave Cawley
plenty of space for the whole family to sit. Marilyn pulled a few mementos out of her backpack.
Marilyn Koolstra
His Australian flag, his Scottish flag, his football team scarf.
Dave Cawley
Eric had carried the flags during his second trip to Nepal and flown them on the side of his tent. Now Marilyn draped them over the rock. If you're keeping count, this was the the fifth time Marilyn hosted some sort of funeral for Eric. It felt much different than any of the others. There were no microphones this time, no scripted speeches. Just the people who loved Eric most together in a place he cherished.
Marilyn Koolstra
We had Tim Tams because that was his favorite chocolate biscuit.
Dave Cawley
Marilyn joined her grandkids at the water's edge where she she opened the last container of ashes.
Marilyn Koolstra
We took it in turns of putting spoonfuls of the ashes into the eddies of the river as it came down over the rock ledges.
Dave Cawley
The Mackenzie carried Eric down over the rocks and roots, returning him to the earth. For his family. It seemed a fitting farewell. But at some level, Marilyn still felt it wasn't enough. She knew much of Eric lingered in a corner of the High Uintas at a remote spot she didn't think she could ever reach. When I first spoke to Marilyn in 2016, shortly after Eric's remains surfaced near Allsop Lake, she told me she had drawn comfort knowing he never set off his emergency beacon.
Marilyn Koolstra
So I carried in my head that whatever happened had happened quickly and that he would not have been in any pain or suffering.
Dave Cawley
But the medical examiner wasn't so sure, suggesting Eric might have survived for hours or even days. This planted disturbing mental images in the Mind of Eric's friend Julia.
Julia
I mean, of course, you see the horrific images of, like, how long did he suffer? And just what it would sound like in that basin if somebody was calling, like, could it was anybody in there? Like, you would have heard somebody echoes off those canyon walls.
Dave Cawley
Julia and her friend Devon hiked to Allsop a few weeks after Eric's recovery to see the place where he'd lost his life. The cliffs below the saddle where Eric fell were more imposing than she'd expected.
Julia
When you get to Allsop and you see it, you're like, wow, this was a site of an accident.
Dave Cawley
What could have compelled Eric to leave the trail and attempt such a dangerous route? Julia didn't know. I had a hunch about it, but wouldn't begin to explore that until after two more people disappeared in the Uinta Triangle. The first case involved a man named Melvin Heaps, a retired physics professor from Mesa, Arizona. He went out for a day hike starting from the Crystal Lake trailhead in July of 2017. Melvin was never located. A year later, a guy named Ray Humphries went on a backpacking trip with his family. Ray and his family sat around a campfire until after dark, when everyone retired to their tents. Ray went to fetch water to douse the fire. He didn't come back. Searchers found Ray's body a few days later in an unlikely spot on the far side of a river gorge. Both of these cases drew my thoughts back to Kim and Carol, the mother and daughter, and how their photos revealed the true story of what had happened to them. And I wondered about Eric and his camera. I hadn't talked to Marilyn since 2016, two years earlier. I had no idea what, if anything, she had discovered in his photos. I hesitated, reaching out to her for fear of stirring up painful memories. But I couldn't shake this nagging curiosity. So at last, I sent Marilyn a message.
Marilyn Koolstra
Not a shock, but, you know, a surprise that somebody wanted to, you know, further explore and investigate.
Dave Cawley
Everyone seemed to have moved on from this story, but I couldn't let it go. I wanted to know, just like Marilyn, whether Eric's camera held the answer to that last lingering question. Why did Eric veer off course from the winter Highline Trail? Marilyn responded to my message. She told me she had the photos Eric took on his last hike, but confirmed what I'd suspected. She lacked the knowledge of the trail necessary to unravel the story contained within those images. I made her an offer. If she had shared those photos with me, I'd figure out where Eric had taken every single one of them. That might tell us, did he get lost? Or did he have a good reason for leaving the trail? The photos were the only way to know more than that. I told Marilyn I wanted to get inside Eric's head so I could understand his motivations, his fears, anything that might have influenced the path he chose. That could involve digging into Marilyn's private life and eventually publishing what I found.
Marilyn Koolstra
And having talked to you, I was not suspicious about the journalistic approach.
Dave Cawley
So with Marilyn's blessing, I went to
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work
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to decipher the story hidden within Eric's photos. I needed to place every shot in time and space. To do that, I extracted the metadata from each of the 77 photos and built a spreadsheet. This provided a timeline. Right away, I noticed the clock on Eric's camera was set for his home time zone in Australia. It was 16 hours ahead of Utah time. The Summit County Sheriff's Office had told Marilyn the final photos were from August 5th. I let her know that was incorrect. The actual date was August 4th.
Marilyn Koolstra
I'm grateful for your attention to detail, because that is not always my way of doing things.
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I started pinning my best guess for each photo's location on Google Earth. For weeks, I worked to refine those guesses until I felt confident they were mostly correct. Meanwhile, Marilyn sent me another file. It was the data from Eric's GPS unit. Now, if you're picturing a continuous line showing his every move, that's not what this was. The GPS data was just a sprinkling of pinpoints marking each place. Eric had powered the device on to check his position. There wasn't enough resolution in the GPS data to be of much help.
Marilyn Koolstra
Help.
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Until I combined it with the photo locations. Merging those two data sets created a good breadcrumb trail of Eric's final trek. But I told Marilyn good wasn't good enough. I asked her permission to take our research into the field. I wanted to recreate Eric's last walk, just as I had done with the mother and daughter, Kim and Carol. Marilyn agreed.
Once I walk off into these trees behind me, it's basically feet on Trail
for 70, 80 miles. You've been hearing me do this hike. Following Eric's footsteps Throughout the course of our story, I carried Eric's photos with me. Because Google Earth guesswork can only get you so close. My goal was to plant my feet right. Right where Eric stood every time he pressed the shutter button. Eric started from Chipita Lake on July 28th. That's day one. He didn't go far that afternoon? Only a couple miles. It would be really common for somebody doing this trip to do the drive, get up here and actually camp here for a night and then start off fresh first thing in the morning. I skipped this step, which is how I overexerted myself and nearly puked on my Day one. On day two, Eric crossed North Pole Pass and arrived at Fox Lake.
I'm taking a walk down to the edge of Fox Lake to see if I can find the exact spot where Eric took one of his photos.
On day three, Eric hiked from Fox Lake to Gilbert Creek. The pictures show he stayed right on the trail the whole way. Day four was an anomaly. Eric only went about three miles or five kilometers. He needed to average double or triple that distance each day to stay on schedule. What slowed him down? I think he probably spent most of this day sheltering from bad weather. His pictures show ominous skies with with dark clouds shrouding the high terrain. Eric headed for Anderson Pass on the morning of day five. During the ascent he took a series of three photos from a spot a little ways off the trail.
I just located where those were taken, recreated those with my own camera.
Snow is what forced Eric to deviate.
He encountered a low angle snowfield that the trail had been kind of kicked through but it didn't match where the
trail should come off on the far side.
So he kind of had to improvise as he worked his way up this slope.
He'd gone around this snow rather than across it even though it wasn't steep or dangerous. Then he regained the trail and crested Anderson Pass on the far side. He ran into that high angle snowdrift we've talked about before, the dangerous one.
So we're gonna photograph it.
Wow, I can't even get a good shot. Eric didn't take any photos of the drift from the trail. That's evidence he was in problem solving mode. We know from what Eric told Russ, the Boy Scout leader, he scrambled down through some cliffs rather than cross the drift. Again, he didn't take pictures.
Makes sense that he would have stowed his camera, stowed his trekking poles, gone full hands and feet scramble.
Eric made it safely to the floor of the Yellowstone Cirque and checked his gps. He walked a ways then took a photo looking back up the slope he
had just descended, probably to memorialize how scary as crap it was.
I couldn't quite place this picture on Google Earth and hoped it would jump out at me once I reached the cirque myself. When I got there I realized Finding the exact spot would be practically impossible. There are a few features to line up, but mostly it's just rocks that all look similar. I searched for more than an hour. Just as I was about to give up, I saw a small cairn atop a grassy knoll in the distance. I walked over to check it out.
Eric might have mistaken this for the way to go.
No might've about it. He saw this cairn, assumed it was a trail marker, and walked toward it. I say this with confidence because once at the cairn, I turned around and saw the exact scene from Eric's photo. A perfect alignment of random rocks.
We got the picture.
A puzzle piece snapped into place in my head. This cairn was why Eric told Russ and the Boy Scouts he'd had trouble finding the High Line again below Anderson Pass. He had been misled. I dismantled that cairn to prevent anyone else from making that same mistake. From the grassy knoll, Eric spotted the faint trace of an old abandoned footpath. He followed it until it faded out beneath his feet. Then he took out the GPS and used it to navigate back to the Highline Trail. Eric emerged from his tent with his camera at dawn on day six.
His photos show that he had a really nice morning in the upper Yellowstone. Saw a few deer, was enjoying the wildflowers.
He broke camp and headed west under clear blue skies.
Pretty easy to tell where you're going on this stretch of the High Line, which makes what happened next all the more confusing.
Eric arrived at the intersection where the High Line meets the Yellowstone Creek trail. He took off his pack and photographed it leaning against a signpost. Proof Eric knew right where he was. He saw sheep grazing nearby, took a picture of them, then went looking for the herders. He found them about a half an hour later.
You can see the sheep herders have a little black and white dog and a gray horse. And the sheep herder is fixing his saddle on the horse.
Eric should have gone west from the herder camp, continuing on the High Line. Instead, he went south down the Yellowstone Creek trail. The evidence tells me this was intentional, not a mistake. Eric checked his GPS a few times over the next hour as he descended out of the alpine. He took just one photo in this stretch. It showed Yellowstone Creek running over a rock ledge. Wow.
So here's a nice view of Yellowstone Creek cascading through bedrock.
The photos all have numerical file names. This shot labeled 5316 wasn't where I'd guessed it would be.
I have 5316 where I just stopped to Say, wow.
But that's too high.
There's a steep slope down to the water and Eric's picture is taken right at the water, so he has to
be a little lower here. I used the scientific method. Hypothesis, experiment, conclusion, study the photo, make a guess, check that guess in the field. If it's wrong, refine the guess until you get it right. Boom.
We found it. Man, I love it when I find a good photo location solid.
Okay, this is why just accepting my Google Earth guesses wasn't good enough. Correcting this location in the field provided valuable information about Eric's movement. He took this photo of the creek at 11:01am he ran into the Boy Scouts at about 11:45. Knowing the distance between those two points, I could calculate Eric's speed. He was cruising downhill much faster than usual, moving like someone motivated to cover a lot of ground, not conserving energy like he would if planning to continue hiking for for several more days. To me, that's more evidence he was bailing out. Then he ran into the Boy Scouts. Something about that encounter made him change his mind and decide to return to the High Line using that horseshoe I've described before. His pace slowed. He didn't take another photo until he passed Five Point Lake at about 6:30pm Eric set camp at the same place I listened to a lone coyote. And early the next morning on day seven, he passed the spot where I encountered a herd of elk. Eric regained the high line. About 20 minutes later, I'm back on the Highline Trail.
Here's the sign that Eric photographed with his pack next to it.
When I first looked through Eric's pictures, I was stunned by what came next. I had thought Russ and the Boy Scouts were the last people to see Eric. His pictures proved otherwise.
Eric took one photo in this stretch just below Porcupine Pass of a sheep herder on horseback. Which means that unidentified sheep herder is very likely the last person who ever saw Eric alive.
The herder looked right down the barrel of the lens. There is no question he had a one on one interaction with Eric. The Duchene County Sheriff's Office contact the Wyoming rancher who employed the herders early in the search. And several people, including Art the mountaineer and Eric's friend Julia, tried to talk to the herders as well. This man was presumably among them. But none of the herders ever mentioned seeing Eric. I'm not sure why. Maybe a language barrier got in the way. Maybe they just didn't want to get involved. Whatever the reason, consider the implications the herder had information that could have saved searchers a tremendous amount of time and money, maybe even allowing them to find Eric's body and spare Marilyn five years of torment. After leaving this herder, Eric headed to Porcupine Pass, the place I dodged lightning bolts. You can hear it crack. A lacking. I lingered a bit too long at porcupine because I was determined to recreate Eric's shots all right.
His view into O Weep is from, like, right here.
I missed one of them, though, because a thunderboom sent me running. Eric enjoyed better weather than I did. As he crossed the Oweep basin, he photographed sheep blocking the trail and checked his GPS when he reached an intersection with a broken signboard. This is part of that navigation crux we've talked about before. The evidence shows Eric made it through the crux without problem. Day eight, August 4, 2011, was Eric's final day. He awoke that morning at Lambert Meadow and followed the Highline to its junction with the Lake Fork river below Red knob Pass. At 9:42am he stopped in a meadow, turned around and snapped a picture looking south. I don't know why he stopped there. It wasn't the most scenic view, but the spot's just a stone throw from where Marilyn, Rachel and Julia built the cairn for Eric two weeks later. It's not easy to see. You wouldn't find it or even recognize it as a cairn today if you didn't know to look for it. I stopped at the cairn to pay my respects. I've carried a photo of Eric with me on this walk, and I've just set it out across these rocks at this cairn so that I could take a photograph of it to send to Maryland. Next, Eric ascended Red Knob Pass. He took a series of shots from the top, capturing a panoramic view. Comparing his photos to mine, it's striking just how much more snow he saw. That's especially true as he turned west toward the most intimidating portion of the trail still off in the distance, Dead Horse Pass. I came down from Redknop and hiked across the head of a basin called West Fork Blacks Fork, to reach the spot where Eric's photos came to an end.
The final photos from Eric's camera were taken right here at Dead Horse Lake, just below the biggest hurdle on the Uinta Highline Trail, Dead Horse Pass. But when Eric came here in 2011, that pass was draped with snow.
The last two photos were captured at about 2:30pm they looked across the lake at the sheer ramparts of the Uinta Crest, the improbable path of the Highline Trail up and over that wall, was just out of frame to the left.
And I'm just imagining how Eric Robinson, looking at this slope and seeing this snow all the way up to the top and seeing that steep gradient, thinking to himself, I'm not up for this. There's got to be a better way.
Remember, Eric's adventure buddy Alan died in a fall from glacier ice just a few years before this. And Eric had risked a dangerous down climb at Anderson Pass to get around a high angle snowdrift. The snow on Deadhorse looked much worse. Eric might have taken out his map looking for another way around. The only good detour, a route I've previously called the Granddaddy Bypass, would take at least a couple extra days. There was no way Eric could go that way and still get to the end of the trail on schedule. What about bailing out? He would have seen a trail going north down the West Fork Blacks Fork drainage. But it ended at a remote dirt road. There was no guarantee Eric would find anyone there to give him a ride. There was one other option. Allsop Lake. Looking up from the map, Errik would have seen a ridge or saddle standing between himself and Allsop. The map didn't show any trail going over it, but from this side, the saddle looked like it could be easily crossed. If Eric could get to Allsop, he could connect to a trail that went almost all the way out to the Mirror Lake Highway. It was by far the shortest possible bailout path. He just needed to get over that saddle. The GPS data showed Eric abandoned the Highline trail at Dead horse Lake, turning 90 degrees and heading straight toward the saddle. I followed those last few breadcrumbs to the place where the GPS data ended.
Eric Robinson's GPS unit took its last reading from this spot as he was headed toward a low point on the saddle behind me. Dead Horse Pass, which he was supposed to cross, was the now well behind him, meaning he was off route and headed in the wrong direction.
Again, I don't think this was a mistake, but Eric couldn't accurately judge the danger of this alternate path. He had no idea what the far side of the saddle looked like. As I stood at the base of the saddle contemplating my next move, curling fingers of gray cloud reached over the tail towering wall of the Uinta crest.
These clouds are blowing over my head and it feels like some giant claw reaching over and grabbing me.
The leading edge of a storm crashing against the other side of the Uinta crest. Pushing up and over it left me with an awful, ominous feeling. I needed to go to the top of the saddle to see what Eric saw. Regardless of the weather, I soon found a game trail widened by the footfalls of past hikers that zigzagged up the side. Eric would have found the same path and probably felt reassured. It started to drizzle. The game trail was badly eroded. Still, it didn't take long to reach the top. Bits of shattered rock the color of dried blood littered the ground to the west. I could see the teardrop shape of Allsop Lake in the basin below, peeking out through a gap in the cloud. Rain pattered on the hood of my jacket so close to my ears. It sounded like gunfire.
High on this saddle, every Eric Robinson came to a problem he couldn't overcome. He had hiked up from the Dead Horse Lakeside. But in looking over this slope down into the basin below, he saw no obvious way to go down. No trail, no path to follow.
Once again, Eric was led astray. I started moving in the direction of Alsop, as Eric would have done. The top of the saddle is flat and barren, so it was easy walking at first. I followed the path of least resistance to where the ground started to slope down. It became more steep the farther I went. My steps became slow and deliberate. I knew this slope eventually rounded all the way off, becoming vertical. I wanted to tow right up to that edge so I could look down and see where Eric came to rest. But I wondered what might happen if the wrong rock shifted underfoot and sent me tumbling. If I kept going, I might reach a point where I couldn't continue down and I couldn't ascend back up. That's called getting cliffed out, and it's extremely dangerous. Eric made two choices that multiplied the risks he faced. He traveled solo and went off trail. Now I was doing the same thing. And I realized my obsessive tendency for detail might get me killed. So I stopped short of the brink and retreated to safety. I had seen enough to understand how Eric ended up past the point of no return in the cliffs beneath the saddle.
And when the Summit County Sheriff's Office recovered Eric Robinson's remains from below these cliffs, they also found something unexpected up here. A rope webbing and carabiner attached to rocks.
A discovery they did not disclose back in 2006. A discovery I only learned about years later through an open records request. A discovery that completely changed how I interpreted Eric's last move. Marilyn told me a Summit county detective questioned her about this rope.
Marilyn Koolstra
They asked me if he carried rope, but because I had not listed that as any of his belongings, and I said definitely not. He didn't carry rope. He didn't climb. He didn't use rope at all.
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So where did it come from? I filed another records request for any photos Summit County's deputies took on the day they recovered Eric's remains. The sheriff's Office provided about 45 images. None of them showed the rope. But I later learned Summit county had sent Maryland pictures as well, hundreds more than they had shared with me. Those photos did show the rope as well as the backpack, the bones, and everything else. I shared those pictures with Julia, and we both noticed some clues.
Julia
His trekking poles were folded up. He was definitely prepared to be in fifth class, which means you're, like, using hands and feet to navigate through things.
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Things fifth class comes from a rating scale called the Yosemite decimal system. It's a way of describing the difficulty of a hiking or climbing route. Class one is easy trail hiking. Class two is off trail. Class three is scrambling. Class four involves a mix of scrambling and climbing where ropes aren't required. And class five is technical rock climbing. Most people would want to be roped up for the class five down climb Eric attempted. And even then, finding a safe way down would be tricky. There aren't any formal climbing routes on
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this wall, and it is a huge rock face of multiple tiers. It's not an established area where there's been lots of traffic going through there. So things are loose and you can't see. You know, you start down climbing something, you can't see what you're getting into, and then you've got a really heavy backpack on your back. Like all that compounds just the technical terrain that he was trying to navigate through.
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Julia told me, and I agree. Erik wouldn't have done this on a whim.
Julia
I think it was pretty clear he was trying to get off the trail to come back to his family.
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Imagine you're Eric picking your way down through these cliffs. No helmet, no. No rope, no harness, no one spotting you. Then you see a rope.
Julia
Maybe he saw it and it was like, oh, this is where the trail grows, because there's a rope there.
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Proof someone had gone this way before. If they did it, so can I. An insidious bit of deception. The rope was badly weathered by the time it was discovered in 2016. It had been exposed to years of sunlight, we water and abrasion on the rock.
Julia
Climbers don't typically leave their ropes, especially over multiple seasons.
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It would have looked A lot better in 2011. But even then, Eric placing his weight on it would have been a gamble.
Julia
Climbers are pretty particular like your rope weathers. And you're trusting your life to this cord. You're not going to leave it out there in the elements.
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The rope wasn't rigged for climbing or rappelling. It wasn't attached to a bolt or a natural incident anchor. Whoever'd placed the rope simply made it into a giant circle by tying a loop at each end, then linking those loops with a carabiner. They slung that circle of rope over an outcropping of rock to down climb
Julia
off of a rope like that. I don't know what people were using that for, but I feel like it's just like somebody's ill fated attempt at trying to go up and down that
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the rope didn't reach all the way to the bottom of the cliff. It dangled 15ft or so, say about 4 or 5 meters above steeply angled ground.
Julia
I don't see Eric using a rope that was that short.
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Marilyn also doubted Eric would have trusted his life to a random bit of rope. But she couldn't say for sure.
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It's all supposition, it's all conjecture as to what was happening. And that's probably the piece of the puzzle. Whether he tried to use the rope because it was left there by some sloppy climber he may have.
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If you fell from that rope, you'd hit the ground, tumble a short distance, then pitch over the edge of the next set of cliffs. Eric's remains were in the rocky runout below that lower cliff, directly under the rope. If it didn't play a role in his fall, then it's a remarkable coincidence. Eric's photos in GPS don't show how his fatal fall happened, but they lead you to where he would have found the rope. And you can only understand how the rope relates if you have all the photos taken by the Summit County Sheriff's Office. It took me years to collect and interpret this evidence, but now I can finally share what it tells us about how Eric died. Eric's pictures show he carried a plastic water bottle in the left side pocket of his backpack. It was a knockoff version of Analgene. That's a brand well known in the outdoor industry for their almost indestructible bottles.
Julia
It takes a lot to bust an algine that hard plastic.
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The sheriff's office photos show the bottom quarter of that bottle was smashed out a gaping hole about the size of a baseball.
Julia
They don't break like that. Like it was. It just looked like an impact.
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Eric's backpack, Ruby had a padded back panel made up of two pieces of foam encased in nylon and sewn together. The photos show the reinforced stitch linking those two panels was ripped clean apart. Ruby's left shoulder strap was sheared off. So was the buckle on the hip belt. All of this points to a severe and, I believe, unsurvivable hard stop. It wasn't a shortfall that left Eric alive and conscious, say, with a broken leg trying to reach the beacon. No, it had to be a harder fall from height, an impact that caused unsurvivable blunt force trauma. It would have happened fast. Just a few seconds and it was over. I had reached the point where Eric's footsteps ended, but I still had a ways to go. On my own hike, I backtracked to Dead Horse Lake, where I spent a sleepless night listening to surges of rain on the tent fly. At first light the next morning, I poked my head out and saw the cloud deck down low below the top of Dead Horse Pass. The idea of crossing that pass in a drenching fog with no visibility didn't entice me, so I waited. And waited for hours. A pause in the storm finally arrived that afternoon. I broke camp in a rush, shoving wet gear into my wet backpack, and hustled to the bottom of the pass. Only small splotches of snow remained there, nothing like the conditions Eric encountered in 2011. I started up, ascending through a rock field to where the trail narrowed and became exposed, a place where a slip and fall could seriously injure or kill you.
I'm glad I'm not doing this in the rain or in that cloud. Holy cow.
The ground surface here was made up of crumbled shale, thin fragments of rock that slide easily.
This stuff is very slippery from the rain.
Step by mushy step, I. I headed toward the top. At one point, I paused to let my eyes feast on the scene of Dead Horse Lake below. It has a pale blue color, the result of sediment called rock flour or glacial milk suspended in the water. It's stunning. There's another, smaller lake called Ijad just beyond. It's tempting to let your eyes drift that direction, but do so at your own risk.
All right, so as I'm walking this path, it's just really narrow, about the width of your two feet standing together. But below it, Dead Horse Lake. Ijad, the whole basin is just beautifully framed. How can you not take a photograph of that?
That old saying, a picture's worth a thousand words went through my mind. I wanted to share this view with Marilyn to help her understand why Eric might have been scared away from attempting this part of the trail while it was covered with snow. But I also realized not even the best picture could capture it. You have to see it in person. There it is.
I see the cairn, And that is
the top Dead Horse Pass. I cruised down the other side of the pass and hiked hard, trying to make up for lost time. As dusk descended, I set my final camp at the side of a little known lake and sat alone listening to a choir of Boreal chorus frogs. Eric would have loved hearing this, I thought. Remember Eric's frog pond, the one he'd built in his garden at home? The boreal chorus frogs of the Hyuintas are distant cousins of the brown tree frogs that inhabit Heathmont. A while ago, I I told you how I started solo hiking as a way to process difficult memories and emotions. Being alone during moments like this is how I find peace. But here I found myself wishing Eric was alive and that we had bumped into each other on the trail. We could have sat together as the stars emerged, swapping stories of our different experiences in nature. Two fellow travelers crossing paths. Maybe he would have told Marilyn about the obsessive American podcaster he'd met on the trail. We might have even taken a photo together. Instead, I sat quiet and recorded the sound of frogs. Marilyn traveled around the world to honor Eric's final wish. As our story nears its conclusion, she'll realize there's one stop still to go on that farewell tour. Uinta Triangle includes immersive field recordings made in real outdoor locations. For the best listening experience, please consider using a good pair of stereo headphones. And if you'd like to build a better picture of the places we visit, you can find maps, photos, and video@uintatriangle.com that's uinta spelled u I n t a triangle.com find us on social media using uintatriangle bringing you this story has been an effort years in the making to support this kind of work. Please follow the show and share it with your friends. You can also help us by subscribing to Lemonada Premium right in your podcast player. It gets you access to exclusive bonus episodes. Here's producer Andrea Smarden with a peek at the latest bonus as we've heard
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in this podcast, a mishap in the mountains can carry life ending consequences. Hiker and mountaineer Art Lang shares what begins Beginning Backpacker should know before Venturing
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into the High and Wild Uinta Triangle is researched and written by me, Dave Colley. I also did the field recording. Andrea Smarten is lead producer and Sound designer with contributing producers Ben Kiebrick and Jenny Ament. Our main score and original music are by Alison Layton Brown. Additional voices in this episode from Aaron Mason. Uinta Triangle is a production of KSL Podcasts and Lemonada Media. My personal thanks to the following past and present members of the KSL Podcasts team Aaron Mason, Amy Donaldson, Felix Bunnell, Josh Tilton, Kellyanne Halvorson, Nina Ernest, Ryan Meeks, and Trent Sell. Finally, from me to you. Please remember, wherever your life's trail takes you, none of us ever truly walk alone.
Release Date: July 1, 2025
Host: Dave Cawley (KSL Podcasts)
In this deeply investigative narrative, host Dave Cawley unravels the final movements of missing hiker Eric Robinson through the photos on Eric’s recovered digital camera. The episode explores the intersection between personal loss, evidence, wilderness risks, and the lasting questions that remain after a loved one’s disappearance. Cawley pieces together Eric’s last days in Utah’s Uinta Mountains, reflecting on the significance of photographs in reconstructing truth, and parallels the case with other high-profile disappearances in the region.
“It’s the smell of items sitting locked away for a length of time. Weathered, maybe a little bit damp. You can smell the mustiness of that.” – Marilyn Koolstra (03:05)
“Kim and Carol’s photos showed overcast skies as they started their hike… The weather shifted at photo number 18. It showed a slab of bedrock with shimmering sheets of rainwater cascading down.” – Dave Cawley (15:13)
“For all the wonderful times, Eric, for all the fun and the laughter we had together... Farewell Eric. Cheers.” – Marilyn Koolstra (30:10-30:44)
“My goal was to plant my feet right where Eric stood every time he pressed the shutter button.” – Dave Cawley (39:31)
“Eric started from Chipita Lake on July 28th... He broke camp and headed west under clear blue skies. Pretty easy to tell where you’re going on this stretch of the High Line, which makes what happened next all the more confusing.” – Dave Cawley (44:58–45:07)
“Marilyn also doubted Eric would have trusted his life to a random bit of rope. But she couldn’t say for sure.” – Dave Cawley (63:27)
“That old saying, a picture’s worth a thousand words, went through my mind... But I also realized not even the best picture could capture it. You have to see it in person.” – Dave Cawley (68:50)
On Trust and Friendship:
"I've come to see Marilyn as a friend. That's a perilous position for a journalist because we sometimes have to push people out of their comfort zones." – Dave Cawley (02:09)
On the Power of Images:
"I told Marilyn the situation reminded me of another story from early in my career..." – Dave Cawley (07:28)
On the Reality of Wilderness Dangers:
"There are those times when we become powerless against nature. And I think his motivation was to try to get that warning out." – Mark Juke (15:00)
On the Emotional Weight of Evidence:
“That was a confronting moment. You know, the photo of me was somewhat wet and stuck to the… COVID.” – Marilyn Koolstra (05:27; minor transcript error, but the emotion is clear)
Grief, Closure, and Memory:
"For all the wonderful times... Farewell Eric. Cheers." – Marilyn Koolstra (30:10–30:44)
Summing up the Mystery:
“If you fell from that rope, you’d hit the ground, tumble a short distance, then pitch over the edge of the next set of cliffs. Eric's remains were in the rocky runout below that lower cliff, directly under the rope. If it didn't play a role in his fall, then it’s a remarkable coincidence.” – Dave Cawley (63:52)
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