I spent the night with the dude a couple of days before he went off. The guy stood out as a colorful character, great storyteller. He had an old canvas rucksack and a bunch of stuff like a wood and canvas camp stool, his hatchet, and other heavy stuff. He looked like the Hollywood stereotype of a grizzled prospector from goldrush days. He said he had been out west trying to find the Lost Dutchman gold mine. He was real nice to me and shared a big wad of peanut butter candy he had made. I believe that was at Abingdon Gap or Iron Mtn shelter. He was heading south and I was running low on food nobo to Damascus. I was spooked when I found out what he had done so soon after just the two of us had shared a shelter. Things you don't tell your mama, especially when you are 17 and hiking solo.