Every Frozen Dead Guy Has His Day

A frozen corpse relocates to a new crypt in Colorado, and suddenly, temperatures plunge. It's not a coincidence, people! WRITTEN & ILLUSTRATED by PETER MOORE

YESTERDAY I RECORDED AN INTERVIEW WITH THE ALASKA UNCOVERED PODCAST. The host, Jennie Flaming, had served as a source for an article I wrote for BACKPACKER about the Alaska ferry system, and what an excellent trailhead-hopping service it was. When I dialed in to the pod, the cohost Jay volunteered that, just the day before, he had received a forward from a friend, which by complete coincidence, included my most recent article for the Colorado Sun.

I can see why his friend was motivated to pass it along, actually.

The Frozen Dead Guy—a long-deceased Norwegian who until recently was packed in dry ice and stored in a Tuff Shed by the concerned citizens of Nederland, Colorado—had moved house to Estes Park, Colorado, in the lobby of the Stanley Hotel. If that name rings a death knell, it should. That’s where Stephen King and family spent a spooky night, which led him to write The Shining, which then led Jack Nicholson to memorably shout “Heeeeeer’s Johnny!” in the movie version of same, an…