I feel like we've gone full circle somehow in this thread for the last couple of pages. We've had
@gfinale who provided a manifesto of what we all
shouldn't have been thinking about MH, which to me was based in logic.
His presentation made sense. Which was to get rid of all the chaff and focus on the facts which were that MH was exactly what he said he was: a man, with a sister and an abusive father, who worked in IT for ten years. That he wanted to hike the trail before he wasn't able to and in that time frame he may or may not have visited a sister. That he initially was unprepared for the hike but over time became more savvy and invested in items that benefited his venture. A person who presented a grounded, pleasant, soft spoken persona with a sense of humour to all who met him on the way.
How does that description transcribe into an individual who was bipolar or with some underlying mental health issue? Someone suffering from a terminal illness, bent on ending his life in the most dire of circumstances? Someone who purposely eradicated all aspects of his history for the sole purpose of confounding the people who happened on the reality of his demise?
Everything we know about MH is based on factual reports from people who met him on the trail. Everything we've read was straightforward and accurate as far as we can tell from the narrative people provided who interacted with him. No hint of subversion. No vibe of trickery. No intuition that he was not who he said he was. Without exception, everybody who met him described in the same manner.
So many things could be possible regarding whether he had a wallet or not. Whether he left the trail for a while. Whether he planned his demise. But keeping our feet on terra firma could help us identify him a lot more than veering into flights of fantasy.
Personally, I think his death was misadventure. Which I find much more terrible than a choreographed event. Sometimes I wonder if he was this close to being found. I envision him in his tent, unable to move but hearing snatches of voices of hikers passing so near his tent, desperately trying to garner attention to his situation. I see him straining at the mesh hoping beyond hope, that someone, anyone, would venture near his tent. Someone who may have been curious about a lonely tent in an overgrown site but chose not to disturb a camper. And how many times that may have happened.
MH had a middle and an end. We just need to find the beginning. I hope DNA gives us a clue.