In Too Deep (PODCAST EXCLUSIVE EPISODE)

Today's stories are about how sometimes doing what you think is the right thing can actually be

the most dangerous choice you can make. But before we get into today's stories,

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shut. Don't hold the door for them. Okay, let's get into our first story, which is called Tangled

and Frozen.

On a Saturday afternoon in February of 2011, 18-year-old Michael Peary was a thousand feet underground,

crouched inside of a dark cave in Lafayette, Georgia, along with four of his friends.

As Michael looked around, his headlamp beam bounced off all the low-hanging rocks and underground

waterfalls and deep crevices, and it all just kind of felt like some kind of dark and otherworldly

planet down here. So this cave that they were in was a famous cave called Ellison, and Michael and

his friends had driven over 400 miles from their college town in Gainesville to see it. Ellison

was almost 12 miles of tunnels and shafts and crevices, and thousands of cabers went through it

every year. It was very popular. Now, to be clear, Caving as an activity was not really Michael's

thing. He was a marketing major at the University of Florida, and he mostly considered himself to be a

pretty quiet person and liked studying or playing in a school band or volunteering with his church

youth group. And so crawling through a tiny, pitch black, very claustrophobic hole, hundreds of

feet underground was not really his first choice for fun. But Michael was not there today for fun.

He was there because his close friend, a guy named Grant Lockenbach, had suggested it,

so he had said, okay, I'll go with you. Just now, Michael looked over to where Grant was sitting

with his girlfriend, whose name was Kerry, and also they were sitting with two of their other

friends. And the group of them were all looking through a backpack and sort of taking stock of the

various pieces of gear that they had brought along with them. Now, they'd only entered Ellison

just a few minutes ago. But already, the group had stopped because there was something in this area

that Grant really wanted to see. And when Grant wanted to do something, they usually happened.

Hence why Michael capitulated and wound up in this cave because Grant wanted him to. And so,

you know, like normal, he went along with it. So Grant, he was the president of their school's

fellowship of Christian athletes, which Michael, Kerry, and the other two friends were also members of.

And when Michael had joined the fellowship, Grant had sort of taken him under his wing and

told Michael that he had tons of potential. In fact, he said Michael had enough potential

to be the next president of the fellowship. And this had given Michael a ton of confidence

because he really looked up to Grant. I mean, a lot of people did. Grant was just cool. He was a few

years older than Michael and was basically like a six foot tall ball of positive energy who was

always looking for some adventure to go off and do. Grant had been exploring caves as a hobby

for the last three years. And he was actually really the only member of their group with any real

caving experience. And it was actually this lack of experience amongst the other people that were

with Grant, you know, including Michael. That was the reason they were going through an easier tunnel

within Allison that was basically a straight shot through the mountain and did not require much

gear like rope or climbing equipment. It was like very beginner. But despite that, despite the

low level of difficulty of the caving route they had chosen, they'd brought that stuff anyway,

all that extra equipment because along this easier route at the place where they were now stopped,

was the entrance to a vertical shaft that Grant specifically wanted to climb down even if he

went alone. This shaft was 125 feet deep. So think of like a 10 story building. That is how deep

this pit went. But it was actually called the warm up pit because compared to the other, you know,

deep pits in Allison, it was nothing. Some were way deeper like over 500 feet. So this was definitely

not beginner. This was an advanced thing to be doing. So Grant was going to do it. But again,

it's sort of a novice level more advanced thing to be doing in this cave. Now, Michael watched Grant

take the backpack with all the equipment in it over to this pit's entrance, which was basically just

a very large hole in the ground that was over near this waterfall. And it was only about a few feet

away from Michael. And so Michael walked over to Grant to help set him up, which involved attaching

a climbing rope to the rocks that Grant could then use to lower himself into this pit with.

This process is called rigging. And it took them a while since really Michael had to wait for Grant

to instruct him on every step because Michael again is not an experienced cave or at all.

But as Michael worked with Grant to get him all rigged up, he found himself peering into the

pitch black hole. And as he looked down into it, just felt like this bottomless abyss,

he felt a stomach kind of flip. He was glad he had not promised Grant that he would go into the pit

too because, you know, seeing it now, up close in person, I mean, this was terrifying. He did not

want to go into this thing. But Grant clearly did. He was excited. And so Michael and Grant continued

to get Grant all set up. And then eventually, finally, when Grant was rigged, Michael heard the

sound of something pretty heavy sliding off of a rock. And then moments later, there was this

loud echoing thud from deep inside of this hole, the warm-up pit. For a moment, Michael was just

confused. He didn't know what the sound was. You know, maybe it was a rock falling into the pit,

but he looked over at Grant and granted a very unhappy expression. And he was looking at the ground

right next to the pit hole. And that was where their backpack had been, with all the equipment inside

of it, at least the equipment that they weren't using. And the backpack was not there anymore.

The backpack had just fallen 125 feet down into this pit. Now, obviously, this was not good. They

did not want their backpack in this hole. But it was actually worse than just losing their equipment

potentially, because in that bag was their only cell phone that they had brought with them.

And it was also where they'd put all their ropes and other climbing gear. They'd taken some stuff

out, you know, to get Grant rigged up here, but still, losing this bag felt really bad. Without

its contents, they could easily get stranded or trapped inside of this cave. And they wouldn't be

able to call or text anybody. They'd be stuck. And so Michael could actually feel himself starting to

panic, but then Grant cut in and played it cool as always. And he said, look, it's no big deal.

He would just go down there and he would get it. I mean, he was going into the hole anyway,

and he was rigged up after all. So he would just go down and retrieve the bag. It would be fine.

And then before Michael or, you know, Grant's girlfriend or the other friends could say anything,

Grant just, you know, strapped on his harness and a pair of ascenders, which were climbing tools

that would help him move down the rope in a controlled way. And he began sort of positioning himself

to go down into this pit. And Michael just watched Grant in complete awe. I mean, Grant was so

confident that he was able to basically make everybody else around him feel calm too. And I mean,

Michael felt himself calming down just watching Grant. And this was not the only time that Grant

had projected calm in the face of danger. During Grant's freshman year, he'd casually climbed up

the exterior of one of their school's dormitories just to see if he could do it. And he did do it.

And he also had joined the school's ROTC, which is a military reserve training program,

and learned how to jump out of planes. So he had skydived, you know, sort of a thrill-seeking

activity. And so this moment in the cave seemed like yet another example of why Grant was really

such an incredible leader. And Michael found himself hoping that by the time he potentially took over

as president of the fellowship, that he could be just as fearless as Grant. But for now,

Michael watched as Grant very calmly lowered himself into the hole and then disappeared into the

abyss below. And for the next few minutes, it was very quiet. And all Michael could hear was the

sound of the waterfall. So he and Carrie and the others just sort of talked amongst themselves and

waited for Grant to call back up that he was down there and had successfully grabbed the backpack.

And finally, they did hear Grant. And he did call out from somewhere down in the hole.

But Michael couldn't really understand what Grant was saying because the waterfall that was

kind of blasting nearby was really loud. And also Grant's voice echoed around the cave,

which made it hard to tell what he was saying. So at this point, Michael and Carrie and the others

were not worried. They figured that this was just an acoustics problem, not a safety problem.

So Michael just walked over to the edge of this pit and kind of leaned over and just looked down.

But, you know, he couldn't see Grant. He was too far down and it was too dark. And so Michael

called out, asking Grant to repeat himself because they couldn't understand what he was saying.

And Grant did yell back. He clearly replied to Michael. But Michael still couldn't really make

out what he was saying. However, this time, there was something really different about the way Grant

sounded. Again, even though he doesn't know what Grant's saying, one thing was definitely clear.

Grant no longer sounded like the calm, cool, and collected fearless leader that he normally was.

He was talking really fast. He was repeating himself. He was saying something really,

really quickly, very urgently. And even though again, it wasn't clear what it was,

the tone was very clear. Grant was scared. There was a problem.

Now, obviously, problems arise when you are repelling into a 125-foot hole underground in this cave.

That, you know, problems can happen. But for Michael and the others, when they sort of

realized that something was wrong for Grant, it was really shocking. I mean, Grant is the guy that

got other people out of problems. He was the calm guy. Nothing rattled him. And so just to hear him,

basically panicking, it was really unsettling for those at the surface. And so Michael and the others,

I mean, they're kind of hit with this sudden realization that one, it's very unsettling to hear

Grant sounding this way. But worse, too, is they're not cavers. They can't go into this pit

and save Grant if he needs saving, not only because they lacked experience, but also all the caving,

all the climbing equipment was in that backpack that fell into the pit that's down there with Grant.

So there's no way they can realistically help him if he is in any sort of trouble down there.

And also, their one cell phone is down in that backpack in the pit. And so unless Grant can

figure out whatever problem he's got and get back up here on his own, Michael and the others,

without even saying it, knew like they were kind of helpless. And so as this realization is

setting in for Michael and the others, Grant goes from trying to talk to them, even though again,

they can't tell what he's saying. He just sounds sort of panicked, just straight up screaming.

He's screaming for them. Something is horribly wrong. And so Michael and Kerry, I mean, they start

yelling down to Grant, trying to get him to clarify what's going on, but you have this waterfall

that's causing all this noise and splashing everywhere. It's dark. And Grant clearly is so panic

that he's not even listening to them. And so it's chaos. It's madness. And so Michael and Kerry,

they turn to the other two friends and they say, look, we're going to stay here at this hole and

wait for Grant. You two leave the cave. Go get help. And so the other two, they rushed off to do

just that. While Michael and Kerry just sat there listening to Grant getting more and more

hysterical by the second, you know, somewhere down in this hole, they still have no idea what's

wrong. But clearly, there is an emergency here. And so for a little while, after the friends have

have gone off, Michael and Kerry, even though they're not really talking to Grant, because he's just

kind of rambling and yelling and screaming they can't understand him, they're just kind of

shouting down into the hole that everything's going to be okay. We've sent to get help. It's

going to be okay. You're going to get out of here soon. They have no idea if you can hear them

or understand them. I mean, they're assuming that the acoustics are bad down there too.

Again, the sound of that waterfall is so loud, it's so dark. And so they're just like having

this this awful moment. But then what cut through all this chaos was at some point, Michael heard

Grant say something that he really did understand. Grant, at some point in a very high pitched,

almost screaming voice, yelled out Michael's name. Like he was directly yelling to Michael,

like I need you, Michael, to help me. Now, at this point, obviously the situation has escalated

dramatically and already, like things are bad. And for Michael, this felt like a big deal. I mean,

before that, all the yelling and screaming was obviously bad. But Michael, you know, he kind of

views himself as, you know, Grant's successor potentially. He's going to be the next, you know,

president of this fellowship. And he looked up to Grant so much, primarily because Grant was

like this fearless leader. And so Michael sort of felt like when he heard his name called out,

that Grant was specifically sort of challenging him. Like you, Michael, I need you.

Michael took on that responsibility. And he felt like I can't just sit here. I can't just wait

something needs to be done. And I need to do it. I need to save Grant. And so Michael, he jumped up,

and he grabbed the extra harness they still had. And he put it on. And as he was doing that,

he could hear Kerry, who, you know, she's seeing what's happening. And she's telling him,

don't do it. You don't know what you're doing. You don't know how to go down this thing.

Like this is dangerous. What are you doing? Don't go. And Michael, he just looked at her and he said,

I have to do this. I know Grant would do this for me. I'm doing it for him. He needs me. I'm going

down. And Michael, you know, he's listening to Kerry still trying to tell him not to go, but he

just said to her, please pray for me. And then he walked over and he attached his harness to the same

rope that Grant presumably was still attached to down at the bottom, but stuck for some reason,

and into the pit he went. As soon as Michael disappeared into this hole, Kerry knelt down

beside the pit. She put her hands together and she prayed as hard as she could for Michael and Grant

to be okay. And after a few minutes, she heard Michael call out from somewhere in the hole.

And for some reason, she could actually understand what Michael was saying, which was basically that

he and Grant were okay. He was with Grant, you know, but they were just very, very cold,

really flooded over Kerry and as she exhaled all the tension she'd been holding in and

as the adrenaline kind of began to leave her body because now she's thinking everything's okay,

she also realized that she too was very cold. She just hadn't been thinking about it. She was so

fixated on the safety of her boyfriend and also Michael. You know, after all, she was only wearing

a t-shirt and the cave was very damp and there's this waterfall kind of spring water everywhere.

It was cold. It was a damp environment. So she's, you know, or teeth are chattering too. She's cold.

And so Kerry naturally yelled down into this hole. You know, she can't see them, of course. She's

just yelling into the darkness. You know, what's going on? What's wrong? You know, is is Grant okay?

But Michael just shouted back to her. I'm fine. I'm fine. But didn't answer her question about Grant.

And at this, you know, Kerry could tell clearly there's something really wrong down there and it

probably has to do with Grant. And so she stood up. She began pacing back and forth, you know,

or stomachs and knots. And she's periodically yelling down into the hole to Michael like,

what's going on? Is Grant okay? Are you okay? But Michael, all he would say back to her is,

I'm fine. I'm fine. He would just say that back to her. But his response time began to slow down.

He wasn't responding to each and every one of her calls. He would just, you know, yell out. I'm

fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. But it just, it began to become more and more spaced out as Kerry began

to ramp up her questioning, asking more and more what's going on. Until finally, Michael just

stopped answering altogether. There were no more voices coming out of the hole. And so the minutes

ticked by and Kerry, she continued to pace around yelling out to Michael and Grant. But the only

reply she got was the sound of the water from the waterfall lapping up against the cave walls.

About an hour and a half later, just before 4 p.m., a man named Anne Marmerza, along with two

other men ran into the Ellison cave with a bag of climbing equipment and medical supplies.

Now, there was a bigger team of rescue workers on the way up the mountain behind them that had

more gear and more personnel, but that group was moving slowly. Because it took time to respond

to a cave accident. Because typically, there were a lot of people and a lot of equipment,

specialized equipment that was required, and also usually the victims were trapped in, you know,

pretty remote and difficult to access places, you know, like tunnels and shafts deep inside of

these caves. So Anne Mar and his team were the initial smaller group that went ahead of the larger

one to just kind of get the rescue started. A few minutes after entering the cave, Anne Mar saw a

headlamp beam up ahead in the darkness kind of bobbing around. And as soon as he reached the

the origin of this light, he found a young woman who was sitting by a large hole and she was

shaking and terrified. She explained that her name was Kerry and that her boyfriend, whose name

was Grant, along with one of his friends, whose name was Michael, were down in this hole.

And that granted gone in, there had been some issue, Michael had gone in after him,

and now when she called out for them, neither of them were responding. After hearing this,

Anne Mar directed one of his team members to take Kerry and bring her out of the cave,

and then once they had left, Anne Mar put on his climbing gear, and as soon as he was ready,

he began to repel down into this pit. As Anne Mar repelled, he's looking straight down into

this dark shaft, and at first he can't see anything. But after a little while, he began to see

somewhere down below where what appeared to be two lights towards the bottom of this pit,

which he assumed belonged to the two men. But before he could actually reach them,

he felt something wet and freezing cold splashes cheek. Then he saw something emerge out of the

darkness right below him. It would turn out when Grant repelled down into this warm-up pit,

he had made a terrible, terrible mistake. He had attached his rig to a section of rock

that was directly in the path of a freezing cold waterfall. Now, this alone could have been okay.

You can repel effectively through a waterfall, if you're careful, except what happened with Grant,

as he was repelling literally through the water, like the water is coming off this waterfall,

it's hitting him. He got stuck, his rope got tangled, and where he got stuck was literally in the

path of the waterfall. So he stuck in the cave, he can't go up, he can't go down, and he's just

getting pounded by freezing cold water. Now, at first, what Grant likely did is kind of flail around

to try to get out of the path of this water, but there was nowhere to go. He's in this shaft,

there's nowhere to go, and he's just dangling there, and he began trying to stream out for help,

but that was why his words were muffled, because the water was hitting him in the face, so he couldn't

speak clearly. And then also, as he's just dangling there very quickly, having that icy water

hitting him non-stop would have actually sent his body into shock, and it's like he wouldn't have

been able to speak or think anymore, I mean, he was becoming hypothermic. And then, in what was

possibly one of his final moments of clarity, he managed to belt out Michael's name, and he said

it really clearly, kind of managed to get his face out of the water for a second, and Michael,

who trusted Grant completely when he heard his name being called. It felt like it was his calling,

he needed to go in there and save Grant himself. And so, into the hole he went, and he hooked his

rope up into the same exact spot that Grant had, and down he went. And Michael, you know, he did an

incredibly brave thing by doing this, and it was something that Grant very likely would have done

for him too. But again, Michael really had no idea what he was doing. He was basically just

going in blind. However, unfortunately, because he just kind of followed Grant's lead and went

down there without a plan, well, in the darkness as he went down, he eventually reached where Grant was,

but got stuck as well, also in the path of the waterfall. Granted, he was not nearly as exposed

to the water as Grant was, like his face was not getting blasted by water, so he was able to call

out and be heard by Kerry. But he also got tangled at the same spot, couldn't move his body's getting

hit by this icy water. And so, even though the rescuers did eventually get down to Michael and

Grant, by the time they did, it was too late. The two men had froze to death. They basically dangled

inside of this hole, getting hit by this water for about two hours before their bodies just shut

down. In 2013, two years after both Michael and Grant died inside of that cave, the Carnegie

Hero Fund Commission gave Michael a posthumous medal for risking his life to save Grant's.

Our next story is called Not Going Anywhere.

On a Friday night in late March of 1980, an 83-year-old man named Harry R. Truman sat on his couch

in his Washington State lodge with a whiskey and coke and turned on his battery-operated radio

to listen to the news. And just a second or two later, he found himself having to jack up the

volume of the radio because he couldn't hear it anymore because a couple of his cats in the other

room were fighting and yowling and it was causing a whole commotion. Harry had lost track of how many

cats he actually had, but it was a lot, you know, maybe a dozen. And even though at this moment,

he yowled and cursed at them and told them to knock it off. He was actually glad they were out

there with him because he liked their company. Five years earlier, Harry's wife, Edna, had died.

And since then, he had lived alone minus all these cats. And he also didn't have a lot of

neighbors either, so for the most part, he had been fairly isolated the last few years. Also,

Spirit Lake, the lake that his lodge was on, was four hours south of the major city of Seattle,

and pretty far into the wilderness. The lake did get busy in the summer with tourists,

but at this time in March, there were only about 60 people that lived there, and they were very

spread out. But Harry didn't really mind the solitude. He missed Edna a lot, but he had his cats,

and he had his radio, and the jaw-dropping mountain scenery and lake, and he had his whiskey and

coax. So overall, even though he was sort of a gruff guy, he was actually quite happy with his

life. But just then, there was a loud knock on Harry's door. And Harry was not surprised by this.

I mean, yes, he lives way out in the middle of nowhere, and he did not expect visitors, but in this

case, he knew who it was. And as soon as he thought about that, his face contorted into a scowl.

He was really annoyed. At this point in Harry's life, he really had only one problem, and it was a

major problem, at least to him. And that was the government. And for the last few days,

government agents, like almost certainly the ones that were knocking on his door,

had been harassing him, trying to get him to leave his lodge in the wilderness that he loved so

much, because they needed to conduct some kind of federal operation, and they wanted everybody to

clear out. Now, Harry loved his country, and he'd even fought for it during the First World War,

but he really did not like authority, and he could not tolerate being told what to do.

During prohibition, for example, which was a period of time in the 1920s, when alcohol was illegal

in America, Harry had simply ignored the law and made his own booths, like he just didn't care.

So, over these last few days, that these federal agents had come to his house trying to get him to

leave, Harry had not been intimidated. He had simply stood his ground, and he figured it was really

only a matter of time before the federal government sent a local police officer over,

and hopes that Harry would be more cooperative with somebody that he likely already knew.

But, what they didn't know about Harry is that Harry really didn't cooperate with anybody,

not with the government, certainly not with local police, not with his own family, not with his

friends, or not with the two ex-wives he'd been with before finding Edna. He was just somebody who

marched to the beat of his own drum. So now, Harry did not get up to answer the knock at his door,

instead he just waited until the person out there, the visitor, yelled through the door and

announced who they were, and not really to Harry's surprise, it was the local deputy that Harry

did know, you know, clearly being sent here by the federal agents to try to get Harry to leave.

And when Harry still didn't answer the door when the deputy clearly had announced themselves

knowing Harry would know who they were, when Harry still didn't get up, didn't answer the door.

The deputy finally just sort of frustrated, called out, Harry, are you sure you don't want to go?

Now, even though this deputy was being a whole lot more amicable than the government agents had

been, they had been really forceful basically telling him you got to leave. The deputy here was

at least kind of giving Harry a chance to make a decision. Despite that, the question the deputy

had asked just made Harry really mad because leaving his house was just not something he would ever

consider doing. Harry had lived in this lodge for 54 years, and 37 of those years were spent

running this lodge as an inn as a business with his late wife Edna, who was the love of his life.

Now he'd let the lodge go a little after she had died, so truthfully it was kind of falling

apart and it smelled terrible, you know, because of all the cats. But it had been theirs,

and now it was his, and he would never give it up. And not only that, but just outside his doorstep

was Spirit Lake, which Harry believed was the most beautiful, perfect place in the entire world.

It was quiet and serene and situated right at the base of some of the most breathtaking

mountains he had ever seen in his whole life. And so to say Harry loved it here was a complete

understatement. His lodge and Spirit Lake were basically his whole identity. Harry didn't know if

he believed in God, but he did believe in the trees and the lake and the birds that screeched at

him at all hours of the day. It was like his home, this area, was his religion, and he certainly

was not about to give it up just because some federal authority or government agent or whoever

told him to. So, all Harry said to the deputy waiting outside was a very firm, good night,

which Harry was actually quite proud of himself for because he had a really hard time not swearing,

so this seemed pretty mild. After that, Harry waited to see if the deputy would

challenge him or say anything else, but he didn't. And moments later, Harry heard the deputy's

footsteps crunching down the gravel driveway and heading back towards his cruiser. After that,

Harry leaned back into his couch and smiled to himself and picked up his drink, kind of

toasting himself or standing his ground. And at the same time, sort of hoping that maybe now,

finally, officials would understand that he was not going to change his mind. But that's not

what happened, a little more than a week later on the morning of April 5th. Harry sat in a folding

chair and a clearing by his house with his binoculars pressed to his eyes in a glass of whiskey

in the cup holder of his chair. This was an area of the woods near his house he called his cocktail

lounge, where he'd often go to relax with a drink. It was covered by a thick canopy of evergreens,

but it also had a great view of the mountains and also the lake. But Harry was not here to relax.

He was actually on very high alert because the woods were absolutely crawling with federal agents

and local law enforcement officers. Harry could literally see them right now through his binoculars,

walking around the various camps they had set up all over the mountainside and also near the lake.

And there was nobody to stop them because everybody else who lived in this forest had bowed to the

pressure and left when told to, which meant Harry was quite literally the last resident still fighting

the good fight. Now so far, officials had not physically attempted to force him out. But now that

Harry saw them assembling all over the mountainside, he had to wonder how long he had before they did

try. But at the same time, he also knew that he had one piece of very important and very surprising

leverage over the authorities. And that was that over the past couple of days,

Harry's refusal to leave his wilderness home just because the government told him to

had turned him into a media attraction. Reporters had heard about what was going on and they'd

started coming to his house. Now, usually Harry just did not like the press, even though he

clearly listened to the news himself. He still thought of the press, thought of the media like they

were, they were vultures, always looking for dead meat and chaos. But Harry also really liked to talk

and he had a lot of very strong opinions. And now, seeing his beautiful lake inundated by outsiders,

Harry realized he had to take full advantage of this, this media interest in him if he wanted to

stay in his home. Because the way he saw it was the government could really not make him do

anything against his will if the whole world was watching. So, over the next month,

Harry gave a lot of interviews. And pretty quickly, he became kind of an international celebrity.

He was this single older man standing up to something way bigger and way more powerful,

which was sort of admirable, although people didn't really understand it, but it was still

a big story. It was very interesting. But more than that, it seemed like the public just sort of

liked Harry. In his interviews, Harry would swear and yell and rant and rave and tell reporters about

how no authority figure would dare try to get him out of his house. And he'd also talk about his

life, just telling these crazy stories that had nothing to do with the wilderness, like

about the whiskey that he'd bottled into still during his prohibition days, which he called

Panthropy, and about his relationship with his late wife and how they used to dance together at

the edge of the lake, or his war stories from World War One. I mean, this guy was just really quite

fascinating. And so by the time May rolled around that year, Harry went from being bombarded by the

government to being bombarded by the media. Today, this would be like going crazy viral,

where everybody's seeing you on their feed. But this is 1980. And so, people got their news from

newspapers and the television and the radio. But those mediums were all full of Harry and people

were kind of obsessed. Everybody from average citizens to school kids sent Harry fan mail and

reporters and news crews came to Harry's and droves and some even took helicopters just to get

there more quickly. And Harry, if he was being honest, he sort of relished all the attention.

A few months earlier, he'd been happy with his quiet life, you know, no phone, and he just had his

a thousand cats for company. But now it's like the whole world cared about him and it was,

it was pretty cool. A few weeks later though, everything changed. On Sunday, May 18th,

the sun came up on Harry's lodge and the woods around it were totally quiet for the first time

in weeks because Harry in some ways had won. He had kept his word and he'd stayed strong and

refused to give in to the government's demands to leave. And finally, the government had back down

and the sheriff had even come by the day before to tell Harry that, okay, you know, no one's going

to come by and ask you to leave anymore. It's on you. And so now, on May 18th as Harry was getting up,

it was just him, the lake, the trees, and the big beautiful mountain. And then at 8.32am that morning,

a deafening boom shook the earth. It would turn out the media was not totally finished with the

story of Harry R. Truman. In fact, what happened on the morning of May 18th, 1980 would in many ways

make Harry even more famous than he already was because Harry didn't live at the base of just

any old mountain. His lodge was situated directly at the foot of Mount Saint Helens, which was an

active volcano. The government operation that the federal agents and local law enforcement were

trying to run here was an evacuation. They were not trying to impede on Harry's rights.

They were trying to save him. But Harry was so convinced that the land he loved so much that he had

lived on for nearly 60 years would not hurt him. And so he ignored the authorities repeated warnings,

but Harry's decision was the wrong one. And on May 18th, he paid for his mistake. Because that

morning, Mount Saint Helens erupted, sending an avalanche of searing lava and mud directly onto

Spirit Lake and Harry's lodge, killing him and his cats instantly. His remains were never found.

57 people died during this eruption, including Harry. Today, in that area, Harry has both a trail

and a ridge that are named after him. So in a way, he remains a part of the mountain that he

loved so much. A quick note about our stories, they are all based on true events. But we sometimes

use pseudonyms to protect the people involved, and some details are fictionalized for dramatic

purposes. The Mr. Ballin podcast, Strange Darker Mysterious Stories, is hosted and executive

produced by me, Mr. Ballin. Our head of writing is Evan Allen. Our head of production is Zach

Levitt, produced by Jeremy Bone, story editing by Evan Allen. Research and fact-checking by

Shelley Shoe, Samantha Van Hoos, Evan Beamer, Abigail Shumway, and Camille Callahan. Research

and fact-checking supervision by Stephen Ear. Audio editing and post-produced by Witt LaCacio

and Cole LaCacio, Perry Crowell, and Jordan Stidem. Mixed and mastered by Brendan Kane. Production

Coordination by Samantha Collins. Production support by Antonio Manada and Delana Corley.

Artwork by Jessica Clogsden Keiner. Theme song called Something Wicked by Ross Bugden.

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