There was nothing morbid about it. I wanted to visit the site of a plane that had crashed 40 years ago in the wilderness, where the wreckage still remained. One of the main reasons this interested me: it was going to be a very challenging hike physically, also one where I would have to plot the course myself since there are no trails to the site.
Well actually, the route started at a very popular trailhead, and the first couple of miles were spent passing people and their dogs on the trail. I wasn’t in the mood for people. I couldn’t wait to take the detour that would take me off the trail, up steep mountain sides, past beautiful unnamed lakes, and over snowfields where very few people tread.