Sometime in the mid-50s, my mother's uncle and other relatives were supposedly out poaching deer and honky tonking in a fairly new Chevy pickup in Southern Utah, near Bryce Canyon (Bull Valley). Nobody knows what exactly happened, but the truck rolled backward into a deep ravine, smashing the cab and ejecting two of the three passengers - killing all three. The truck is still stuck in there and peeks straight upward, with the new chrome shining. Locals still don't like to talk about it much and even tried covering it up with sticks and brush. Thought I'd share. I'd still like to drop down on a rope and rummage through the cab.