SHOSHONE LAKE—Yellowstone National Park Superintendent Cam Sholly strides to the black-sand beach at the north end of Shoshone Lake, pausing in a beam of morning light to absorb the placid tableau. Eight thousand acres of glassy water stretch 4 miles to the lake’s far shore, where lodgepole pine crowd the hillsides. Grizzlies pad among them toward the Pitchstone Plateau.

Sholly sees the glint of damp obsidian flakes at his feet, wind-worn driftwood ashore, even the lake bottom just out from where DeLacy Creek ends its short tumble from the Continental Divide.

What he doesn’t see is any sign of Kim Crumbo, a lifelong paddler, rower and retired Grand Canyon National Park river ranger who was 74 when he disappeared here two years ago.

It is a crisp morning in August. The park is full of summer tourists. Sholly and Chris Flesch, Yellowstone’s starch-sharp chief ranger, have come to the quiet shores of Shoshone to describe, for the first time publicly, the details of Crumbo’s disappearance and the death of his 67-year-old brother Mark O’Neill, another professional waterman and retired Park Service ranger.

It seems improbable that fate would land on Kim Crumbo and Mark O’Neill on Sept. 13, 2021. “Those of us who guided in the canyon with the two half-brothers … are struggling to make sense of the loss,” former Grand Canyon guide Rebecca Lawton wrote two months later in a column for Writers on the Range. “[M]any of us have found it unfathomable that a lake could make ghosts of such men.”

Fifty-nine searchers spent 20 consecutive fall days looking for the men, who had set out on a five-day canoe trip. They found O’Neill’s body on the search’s second day, but in the 18 days that followed, not Crumbo’s.

In the face of winter, Sholly agreed Oct. 8 — a Friday — to pull teams from their wilderness sweeps. But the superintendent couldn’t rest.

Yellowstone Superintendent Cam Sholly at Shoshone Lake’s DeLacy beach in August 2023. (Angus M. Thuermer Jr/WyoFile)

“I don’t dream a whole lot,” Sholly says. But that night two years ago he did. Crumbo came to him, angry that Sholly had retreated.

“It was one of those dreams that you have very rarely where you wake up and you’re like ‘That was a real conversation.’”

The next day’s dawn broke cold and messy as Sholly packed a backcountry kit. He left his quarters on Mammoth’s Officers’ Row and struck out for two days alone at Shoshone Lake, looking.

“For whatever reason,” he says. “I felt like I needed to come out here.”

‘The boys’

Crumbo and O’Neill grew up on the water. They became professional watermen and conservationists. They earned honors for their work.

Crumbo, who was a member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation through his father, swam with barracuda while growing up in Hawaii as part of a military family. He became a Navy SEAL and served two tours in Vietnam, earning a Bronze Star.

In 1971, he traded the mayhem of the Mekong for the more peaceful if tumultuous Grand Canyon of the Colorado River, hiring on as the first guide at Holiday River Expeditions. The job would propel him into the National Park Service ranger corps and on to deep work in conservation. 

Mark O’Neill and Kim Crumbo on the Missouri River in 2017. (Karin Lowrie)

A decade as a river guide and 20 years with the Park Service made Crumbo part of the patina of the red rock southwest. He published a river runners’ historical guide to the Grand Canyon. Five environmental groups honored his conservation work, which included aiding the reintroduction of the endangered Mexican wolf to New Mexico and Arizona.

At the time he disappeared, Crumbo was working in Utah as wilderness coordinator for The Rewildling Institute, a New Mexico conservation group. Eight months before he vanished, he completed a 50-page report titled America’s Red Rock Wilderness Act. It proposed protection of 8.4 million acres of public land in Utah and included a map showing a wildlife migration route from Arizona to Wyoming. The route had an arrow point at each end. The southern arrow pointed to the Grand Canyon. The northern arrow rested on Shoshone Lake.

Crumbo’s mother Patricia Elliott birthed his brother, Mark O’Neill, in 1954 along with a twin sister Toni.

Elliott had four sons and a daughter from three separate fathers, each of whom slipped from family life early. “They were raised as brothers,” Toni Kelly said. “Never was ‘half’ mentioned, ever.

“None of us remember our dads,” Kelly said. “It was always only mom.”

As a youth, O’Neill was an ocean lifeguard, a skipper, swimmer, surfer and diver. He grew up in Hawaii, Rhode Island, Utah and California.

Like his brother, he rowed as a river guide in the Grand Canyon in the mid 1970s and became a seasonal ranger with the Park Service there. He retired from his last federal post at Olympic National Park in 2016 after 20 years there, earning recognition for a brave river recovery as well as supportive supervision of employees.

The boys, as they were called, both had families and pursued outdoor adventure after their professional careers. O’Neill made two trips across Yellowstone’s Lewis Lake to the non-motorized Shoshone. When Crumbo had to back out of the second one, O’Neill forged on with a solo paddle. He wanted to return for a third time with his brother. “He loved Shoshone,” his wife Karin Lowrie told WyoFile. “He loved being in this remote place.”

In 2021, O’Neill and Crumbo’s reunion happened.

At about 4 a.m. on Sept. 9 that year, O’Neill left Chimacum, Washington, in his Honda Pilot. He headed for Crumbo’s home in Ogden, Utah, from where the two would go on to Lewis and Shoshone lakes, just for fun. He hauled a trailer carrying his canoe, a boat he named after a favorite place.

He called the craft ShoLew.

The gem

At 7,790 feet above sea level and tucked against the Continental Divide, Shoshone Lake is among the headwaters of the Snake-Columbia system. DeLacy, Shoshone, Cold Water and Moose creeks, fed by Pacific storms, fill its 205-foot-deep pool.

Shoshone Geyser Basin at the lake’s west end lures paddlers with its variegated mud pots and boiling pools. It’s the largest backcountry geyser basin in the park. Its fantastic fountains — Minuteman, Union, Bronze and Little Giant geysers — are among more than 50 thermal features. Narrow trails guide hikers through the basin’s fog and steam.

The Crow Tribe believe these waters are powerful and sacred, a place for vision quests. The flows began running out of Yellowstone long, long ago, according to Shoshone and Bannock tales, when the troublemaking trickster Coyote didn’t listen to Mother Earth, stepped on her basket of fish and loosed the Snake and Yellowstone rivers.

A grizzly bear swims the outlet of Shoshone Lake. (Angus M. Thuermer Jr./Jackson Hole News&Giuide/WyoFile)

Shoshone Lake appeared as “a most beautiful sheet of water, set like a gem among the mountains,” government geologist Fernand Hayden wrote in 1872. It looked heart-shaped to him from his elevated and distant vantage of Craig Pass, but its outline is more like a bow tie, a dog bone or dumbbell. Its longest axis is 6.5 miles, in line with the prevailing southwest winds. It’s 4 miles across at its widest, 660 yards across at its waist — The Narrows.

Shoshone is the largest backcountry lake in the Lower 48, Yellowstone says. No roads mar its shores, no motors spoil its silence. A visit requires an expedition. Cell phones don’t work here.

Wilderness venturers spend days camping at some of the 23 sites along its 28-mile shore, each having a primitive latrine and a high cross-timber to hang food out of bears’ 9-foot reach.

Shoshone attracts flotillas of youth groups whose members plan and prepare, then steel themselves against a million mosquitoes as they flay the waters with their fly lines.

Gem as it may be, Shoshone has sharp edges. Before Crumbo and O’Neill’s trip, at least eight people had drowned or died of hypothermia in its chilly waters. Each story is terrifying — men and boys fighting swamping seas and wind. The body of one Shoshone boater, a Casper man lost in 1958, has never been recovered.

Yellowstone rangers count one of their own among the victims. Ryan Weltman, a 22-year-old seasonal ranger, was paddling on patrol in 1994 when waves overwhelmed his kayak.

“The way the lake’s laid out — from the southwest to northeast — that’s going to catch your prevailing winds,” Flesch said. They rake a six-mile fetch, building swells and whitecaps.

Shoshone and Lewis Lakes. (Diane Kaup-Benefiel/WyoFile)

“Waves of 3 to 4 feet are common,” a park boating safety brochure reads. “Travel close to shore and in areas protected from wind. Cross only at the Narrows … make any open water crossings in the early morning before winds pick up (around 10 a.m.).”

One danger of such a crossing, should it come to ruin, is hypothermia and subsequent drowning. Shocked by a cold, high-altitude lake, “the brain becomes confused and disoriented, and your arms and legs become numb,” within as few as five minutes the brochure says. Splash gear provides little insulation during immersion. “If you’re not equipped in a dry suit or a wetsuit or something like that, you’re not going to have a lot of time under ideal conditions, let alone inclement conditions,” Fresch said.

Most canoe paddlers, however, don’t dress in dry- or wetsuits on Shoshone Lake. Searchers didn’t find any cold-water protective gear among the brothers’ possessions.

To the park

Crumbo and O’Neill left Ogden on a Sunday, pausing for gas in Jackson Hole, where O’Neill called his wife Karin Lowrie.

“He was light and excited,” she said. “He was in his element … heading into nature with his big brother whom he loved and admired so much.”

The men drove on to Yellowstone’s Lewis Lake Ranger Station and campground. They would collect their four-night backcountry permit, which was to start the next day, Sept. 13. It came with warnings about all the park’s hazards — grizzly bears, boiling pools, cold, open water and high winds. They planned to paddle 4 miles across Lewis Lake and up the Lewis River Channel toward Shoshone. They would slog 2 miles farther up the channel, dragging the ShoLew behind.

At Shoshone, they would paddle west along the south shore toward their first night’s camp. From there they had sites reserved for three more nights.

A youth group paddles toward the outlet of Shoshone Lake. (Angus M. Thuermer Jr/WyoFile)

The Sunday afternoon they arrived, however, they found the popular 84-site roadside Lewis Lake Campground full. Although their backcountry permit wasn’t valid until the next night, weather favored a launch.

“That particular evening was peaceful,” Flesch said. “There was [a] thought that they may have made that trip up to Shoshone that evening.”

The paddlers had more than four hours before nautical twilight, investigators believe, time enough to make an 8-mile trip. A waxing crescent moon over their port bow would have drawn them along.

They set up camp at South Narrow Point.

Seven days later, on Sept. 19, an anxious Lowrie called her sister-in-law, Becky Crumbo, asking about “our adventurers.” Becky Crumbo had heard nothing. 

“An alarm within me went off,” Lowrie said.

Yellowstone’s backcountry office handled Lowrie’s call. At Lewis Lake, park staffers located O’Neill’s Honda Pilot and trailer. Michael Curtis, backcountry district ranger for Yellowstone, called out searchers.

One trail crew on the Dogshead Trail to Shoshone Lake dropped its tools and began to comb the outlet area. Curtis dispatched another team down DeLacy Creek to search Shoshone’s east shore from the north.

Given the prevailing winds, “stuff inevitably ends up on that east shore,” he said. “The east shore is our highest probability.”

From the Dogshead work site, Ranger Jonathan Radovich hiked the undulating 4.5-mile trail overlooking the water. Within hours of Lowrie’s alert, he spotted something red.

It was a life vest, a personal flotation device, a PFD. It was empty. A photo shows it on the beach, zipped up. It held a clue, Chief Ranger Flesch said.

“The name Kim was written inside.”

The camp

That afternoon, Radovich and others found more clues — a paddle, a bucket, a drybag and then a canoe. Something had damaged the boat and broken a thwart. The drybag contained retired law enforcement credentials for Mark O’Neill.

Five searchers were in the field that day. “It was miserable,” Curtis said of the search’s start, “snow, wet, rainy.” They sheltered in the Shoshone Lake Ranger Station.

Also known as the Outlet Cabin, the rough-cut A-frame makes a cozy retreat when warmed by its wood-burning stove. The structure’s rustic amenities and a cache of canoes outside have served rangers for decades. Its windows overlooking the water are a wide screen to wilderness drama. It preserves a logbook with lost Ranger Ryan Weltman’s last entry.

“Tomorrow,” he wrote 27 years earlier, “I’ll check the east shore.”

Shoshone Lake showing points of interest from the search. (Source: Yellowstone National Park. Diane Kaup-Benefiel/WyoFile/)

On Sept. 20, 2021 — search-day two — rangers paddled a canoe and kayak from the outlet north up the crenelated shore. They saw a flash of color in a small cliff-ringed cove. One searcher clambered up a bank to look into the recess. He saw a body, face down in the water, one arm draped through the arm hole of an unzipped life vest.

Officials identified O’Neill after rangers flew his body by helicopter to nearby Grant Village. Hypothermia killed him.

The search team expanded rapidly that day. Ensconced at the A-frame and the north-shore Cove Cabin, searchers scoured campsites and the shoreline, most of which is trailless. At South Narrow Point, they found Crumbo and O’Neill’s well-tended but abandoned camp, now dusted with snow.

Trash was hung and so was the food. There were no bear tracks. “Nothing was disturbed,” Flesch said.

One breakfast and one dinner were missing from the food cache, which was organized by meal and by day. The men had spent their first and only night at South Narrow Point, rescuers guessed.

Across The Narrows on the north shore, searchers found another clue — light debris associated with the ShoLew. Rangers figure the debris was set afloat in Shoshone Lake’s west lobe, somewhere between the geyser basin and the camp.

The wind in The Narrows

Rangers can’t say for certain when Crumbo and O’Neill started their trip — whether it was the evening they got to Lewis Lake, Sept.12, or the next day, which was the original plan. One clue came when investigators contacted a backpacker who had hiked to a campsite at Shoshone Geyser Basin on Sept. 13.

From nearby Basin Bay Point that afternoon, the hiker had seen two men in a canoe on the west waters of Shoshone Lake. The paddlers were stroking away from the bay, heading southeast toward The Narrows and South Narrow Point. He took a picture.

“It’s not a great photo,” Backcountry District Ranger Curtis said. Yellowstone can’t identify with certainty the boat or its occupants.

Lowrie believes she can.

“The shape of the canoe and how you ride in it makes me believe it is Mark and Kim and ShoLew,” she said. “Maybe that is my hope because it is a view into their trip, the trip that ended their lives.”

A paddler begins a morning crossing of The Narrows on Shoshone Lake. (Angus M. Thuermer Jr/WyoFile)

There were myriad ways back to the campsite. The men could have paddled about 4 miles along the north shore and across The Narrows. They could have paddled 5 miles along the south shore. The shortest route is about 3 miles straight across the lake.

Sholly can trace a plausible scenario on a map. “They go down here,” he says gravely on his return to Shoshone’s shore last month, pointing from South Narrow Point to the geyser basin bay. “And then they’re coming back to their campsite and they get beyond this point here.”

His finger aims at the middle of the water.

The backpacker’s picture doesn’t show an angry sea, Curtis says, perhaps because the immediate Basin Bay area is somewhat protected. “You’re not going to start hitting winds until south of that bay, the gut of the lake.”

That’s where the prevailing southwest wind acts on a 2-mile fetch, pushing on toward the constriction of The Narrows, which can become a turbulent bottleneck. The gap between landforms at The Narrows could accelerate wind speeds by 50%, Jackson meteorologist Jim Woodmencey said.

The Narrows, “very quickly amplifies the effects,” Flesch said, creating a crossfire of wind and water.

Storms between Sept. 13 and 16 kept a number of veteran boaters holed up, Flesch said, “with significant whitecaps out on the lake.”

“Storms can be very powerful, and they can come out of nowhere,” Flesch said. “[There’s] very, very little margin for error if you’re caught out on a body of water in the backcountry.”

A weather station in West Yellowstone, Montana, 27 miles northwest of Shoshone Lake and 1,141 feet lower, clocked wind from the southwest — 210 degrees —  at 16 mph at 3:50 p.m. Sept. 13. That moderate breeze creates larger waves and “fairly frequent white horses,” according to the Beaufort Scale.

Paddlers need balance, technique and coordinated strokes to keep canoes stable. In waves, swells and wind, paddlers must orient an open boat correctly to be safe. Waves can break over the bow, stern or gunwales and swamp a craft that’s misaligned against these forces.

Most canoes are built with enough flotation they will not sink to the bottom when swamped. But they’re of little utility if they’re full of cold water, their gunwales awash in waves and their occupants battered by a storm. Paddlers need specific skills to empty, right and re-enter a canoe in such situations, a feat that’s especially challenging without the aid of a second boat that’s afloat.

On DeLacy beach last month, Flesch holds a map of the lake. His finger circles a spot in the middle of the blue. “If we had to speculate,” he says, “it likely happened somewhere here … on the west side.”

Light debris would be caught on the north shore just shy of The Narrows. “The bulk of it gets swept over to the far eastern shore,” Flesch says, across 5 miles of open water.

A cold lake

The water measured 53 degrees Fahrenheit on the surface at The Narrows on Sept. 22, 2021. When churned, Shoshone’s deep, cold depths come to bear. Near the lake’s bottom, 197 feet down, searchers recorded 44 degrees.

Hypothermia degrades a person bit by bit. A cold-water dunking shocks people and “really rattles your cage,” according to Moulton Avery, founder of the nonprofit National Center for Coldwater Safety. Victims’ lose control of their breath and gasp deeply, then hyperventilate — both intense and involuntary reactions. Immersion can speed up the heart and raise blood pressure.

Cold shock also clouds thinking. It can disorient people and upend a survival plan.

Within minutes of immersion, cold water begins to incapacitate a boater. Hands and feet go numb first, then arms and legs become useless. In such a state, a person floating in a life vest would have his or her mouth only a few inches above the level of calm water. Without the ability to turn away from waves, one could easily drown.

A paddler waits out a squall at Shoshone Lake’s Basin Bay. (Angus M. Thuermer Jr./WyoFile)

Hypothermia sets in when the body gets colder than 95 degrees Fahrenheit. The heart, nervous system and organs no longer function and a person succumbs.

Every Yellowstone boater must have a PFD, but wearing it is not required. Yellowstone can’t say whether the men had their life vests on when they were swamped or capsized, whether they might have shucked them and struck out swimming or whether they stripped them off in an act of hypothermic paradoxical undressing.

“It’s not out of the question,” Sholly said of swimming. “I’m sure that they recognized they had a very limited amount of time to get to shore. There’s a lot of questions that we’ll never know the answers to.”

The debris caught on the north shore at The Narrows would be the last items searchers found. Five days after the search began, Yellowstone reclassified the operation as a recovery. Curtis and his teams combed the lake for 15 more days. Searchers airlifted two motor boats to the lake, called in divers and summoned a side-scan sonar team from Denver. Curtis surveyed the shoreline from a helicopter when he could.

“Everyone’s kind of driven,” Curtis said of those who work on such long efforts. “They take that task really seriously. You’re just trying to bring closure to the family.”

Eventually, however, “reality kind of rears its head,” he said. “We try to make that official at some point.”

After 20 days of searching, and in the face of freezing storms, Curtis recommended pulling back. Ice would soon start building a 3-foot winter cap on the lake. Flesch told Sholly, who said OK. The park issued a statement on Oct. 8, a Friday: “Yellowstone National Park has begun scaling back search and recovery efforts for Kim Crumbo.” As much as it could, park administration shut down for the weekend.

But, Curtis said, “You still have always that nagging doubt — did we cover that area well enough? What did we miss? That is always going to hang over you.”

A beautiful resting place

Yellowstone has found no evidence of foul play and is still looking for Kim Crumbo. Because investigators have not closed the case, records of the incident are not public.

The park, which appoints a liaison to help families in distress, took members of the family to Shoshone Lake in 2021 so they could see the scene. Kelly did not go, but she saw pictures of Shoshone’s sweep. 

“Somewhere out there is my brother, Kim,” she said. “A beautiful resting place.”

At O’Neill’s memorial in Port Townsend, Washington, singers from the Skokomish Tribe sang and drummed warrior songs from the Potawatomi and Navajo tribes in honor of his ancestry.

Friends established Kim Crumbo’s Fund for the Wild to further his conservation ethos. On Sept. 30, he will be inducted into John Wesley Powell’s River Runners Hall of Fame in Green River, Utah. The institution is 150 miles south of Fort Duchesne, the birth town of Hal Crumbo, the Potawatomi and Navajo Navy pilot who was his father.

In 2022, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service took some Mexican wolf pups that were born in captivity and placed them among broods in dens in Arizona’s wild, a genetic-enhancing practice called cross-fostering. Biologists nicknamed one of those pups, a chunky, healthy female, Crumbo.

Yellowstone Superintendent Cameron Sholly at Shoshone Lake during his search for Kim Crumbo on Oct. 9, 2021. (Cameron Sholly/Yellowstone National Park)

Sholly never met Kim Crumbo, but saw pictures of him. That’s the apparition who appeared to the superintendent the night after he called his searchers home.

“He was poking his finger in my chest,” Sholly said.

The specter spoke. “‘Why the hell,’ I think he used the F-word,” Sholly said, “did I stop looking for him?” The spirit ended with a “thank you.”

Waking from his troubled sleep on Saturday, Oct. 9, 2021, Sholly drove south and struck out through a cold mess along Dogshead Trail to the lake.

He walked the 4 miles to the Outlet Cabin, then spent six hours hiking alone through spit and drizzle along most of the east shore. He searched the coves and crannies for a sign, an effort he called “a small, small thing,” compared to what the teams went through for three weeks.

“You can never underestimate the wildness of Yellowstone,” Sholly said. “No matter how experienced someone is, things like this can happen.”

Finding nothing on his sortie, Sholly bivouacked in the Outlet Cabin, the place where ranger Weltman saw all of nature — earth, wind, fire and water — as he penned his last logbook entry.

“Tonight the sky was bright orange,” it reads, “there’s a fire burning in Idaho.”

Sholly left the cabin for home the next morning, turning his back to the outlet where the lake slowly leaks her soul, if none of her deep secrets. Behind him the restless river flowed over the redds of spawning brown trout, through the channel to Lewis Lake, down the Lewis River to the Snake and Columbia, 1,400 miles back to the endless sea.

Ranger Pat Navaille carries water into the Shoshone Lake Patrol Cabin in 1996. (Angus M. Thuermer jr./Jackson Hole News&Guide/WyoFile)


This article used:

Death in Yellowstone by Lee Whittlesey.

The place where Hell bubbled up; A History of the First National Park by David A. Clary. National Park Service, 1972.

Native Americans, the Earliest Interpreters: What Is Known About Their Legends and Stories of Yellowstone National Park and the Complexities of Interpreting Them. By Lee Whittlesey. The George Wright Forum, vol. 19, no. 3, 2002.

Previous reporting by the author for the Jackson Hole News (now the Jackson Hole News&Guide).

San Diego Union, April 27, 1971

Yellowstone National Park reports, brochures and news releases.

Weather data from the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration,, weatherspark and National Weather Service.

Information from and podcasts by The Rewilding Institute.

Voices for American Wildlife.

Holiday River Expeditions.

Emails from family members.

Obituaries written by family members and colleagues.

Rebecca Bose of the Wolf Conservation Center holds the captive-bred Mexican wolf pup nicknamed Crumbo before placing her in a wild den in Arizona in 2022 to be cross-fostered. (George Andrejko/Arizona Game and Fish Department)

Angus M. Thuermer Jr. is the natural resources reporter for WyoFile. He is a veteran Wyoming reporter and editor with more than 35 years experience in Wyoming. Contact him at or (307)...

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  1. Thank you, Angus for the beautifully written story. I’m sorry the ending was so tragic. Rest in peace, lost brothers.

    My daughter and her husband are experienced kayakers, back country skiers and outdoors couple, and they would say, the brothers died doing what they loved. As a mother, every time my daughter and her husband are going to one of their outdoor adventures, I worry about them until they’re back. She is a helicopter pilot and flies perilous Wyoming, Colorado mountains on search and rescue missions, and transports people where their lives can be saved. I worry about her safety, but I can’t see her doing anything else. Having said all that, they have outmost respect for mother nature and don’t leave anything to chance.

  2. I am so happy he came to you on the dream plane. He still awaits your visit. Before you go to sleep one night, make your intention clear. Let him know you want him to come to you and ask him questions. Be specific and he will give you the answers you seek! God bless these men, their families and all who risked their lives looking for them!

  3. Thank you for this story. Poignant. Powerful. A reminder of the power of nature over all our human knowledge and wisdom. I know the lake is deep and cold. Any use of sonar to comb the depths?

  4. My work and recreation involve an element of risk. This article reminds me that safety protocols are written in blood. It was well written with important details that can help guide others to prevent those who find themselves in the same situation from harm.

  5. A beautifully written article, Angus Thuermer, depicting both the passion of these lost brothers and the perseverance of the Yellowstone Rangers. The brothers certainly had the expertise to make this adventurous dream come true. Left to bring closure to the families and the brothers’ legacy, the Yellowstone Rangers have been prepared and readied for the difficult task. This is a poignant reminder of nature’s unyielding rule. Condolences and respect to the brothers’ families, the Yellowstone family and all their friends. Rest in Peace.

  6. Rest in Peace Kim and Mark.
    Thanks for the many thoughtful discussions regarding Wildland Fire and wilderness Kim. Thanks for believing in me. I enjoyed our trips to the North Rim over the time I served at the Canyon while you were The Wilderness Coordinator.
    Thanks for making the legend “real”.

  7. Ralph,

    You paint a picture of a beautiful life together. Even after your delightful wife’s passing, you remain a beautiful soul who understands how to live a truly happy and fulfilling life

    Sir, you inspire me. May God continue to fill your heart with comfort.

  8. Great article. Lakes are deceptive, and can quickly become difficult especially at high elevations and in an open canoe. I’ve paddled many miles of lee and windward miles of coastal Alaska in a bonafide sea kayak, and I can understand the lull of a placid calm lake can catch even very experienced paddlers off guard. My dad used to row us far out in lakes in the Greater Yellowstone area to fish, and when the wind came up sometimes it was all hands on deck to prevent a capsize.

  9. Perhaps some solace to the friends and family of the deceased, post-mortems of tragic events like these written from the perspective of someone with deep experience, empathy, and respect for the risks and rewards of wilderness experiences (such as Angus) remind us of how vulnerable we all are regardless of experience, and in doing so ultimately save other lives.

  10. Repeatedly, Shoshone Lake shows absolute indifference to its visitors and stewards — who they were, what they did in life, or planned to do — as it exposes the vulnerabilities of even the most experienced at critical moments.

    Gratefully, this respectful story and your 1996 portrayal of Ryan Weltman’s fate tells us who they were and how much they cared for wild places, and reminds us that striking the proper balance of humility and bravado in wilderness exploits remains elusive.

  11. My wife and I love the Tetons and Yellowstone and have spent 60 years exploring, hiking, and and kayaking the area. We worked at Signal Mountain Lodge in 2016, we were 76 at the time, it was something we always wanted to do. One of those times we were driving back from Yellowstone and a windsheer came across Lewis lake and downed many trees across the road, I removed a couple that I could handle with a tow rope and my pickup with the help of some of the people who were also stranded. We were there for about 4 hours before the forest service cleared the big ones off the road. I have pictures and did a verbal account of the happening. My wife and I are used to weather changes in the mountains. My wife an I have kayaked over 150 lakes and about 50 rivers throughout the United States, Canada, and Alaska. We kayaked Lewis Lake on the West shore to the Shashone River when at that time you could go right up theiver from Lewis lake now you have to portage across a little land mass that has separated the lake from the river. Joyce and I have done the East side of the lake a couple years later. When the lake and river were open we went up the Shashone aways before it was hard to go any further, we saw a deer swimming across the river right after we entered the river. I have since lost my adventurous wife to COPD at age 83. I have since been out to the Tetons and Yellowstone to recap alot of the areas we have been to, many fond memories. I kayaked the North side of Lewis Lake to the West side this year, I am also 83 years young. I miss Joyce very much as we shared many adventures together. We have been kayaking on Jackson Lake when a storm came up in the afternoon when the weather seems to change in those areas, if it does change. I have always wanted to go to Shashone Lake with my Kayak, but don’t know if that.will ever happen now at my age. I am from Wisconsin and have always loved and explored around my state and most of all the others. Joyce and I have had a blessed life and felt when we heard the stories of people missing doing what they loved is a blessed life to live, and we always said if the good Lord takes us during our adventures it was ment to be and we were doing what we loved. In our adventures we have been faced with many dangers, but have been lucky to make it through. Joyce and I have hiked, biked, kayaked, downhill and back country skied all our lives. We also had two boys, who have done all that with us since they were babies. The story I tell everyone is do not wait til you are retired to be adventurous do it ASAP , my wife changed diapers on the rocks in the Tetons when we went hiking and I carried the boys on my back when they were to young to walk. My heart goes out to those who have lost loved ones to nature, but you can be assured they loved what they were doing.

    1. Wow, Mr. Radke. Amazing life. You and Joyce are a treasure. How fortunate have your children been. You with have been blessed with long lives filled with glorious experiences. You have been living your lives to the fullest. God, I am sure, was pleased with what you both have done with the gift He has given you. Thank you for sharing. My name is Susan Hewitt, soon to be 71, living in Arizona.

  12. Thank you for your sensitive telling of this tragic story. In my Park Service career I never crossed paths with either of these men, but I know I would have liked and respected them. There memories are well served by your article.

  13. I will join the many others thanking you for this beautifully written but tragic tale. My family and I have taken many canoe trips on Shoshone Lake and know if it’s special beauty. We had been following the search and are hoping that your story can lend a bit more closure to the family. Thank you!

  14. Thank you for this tribute to these NPS brothers and thank you for including Ryan Weltman, a beautiful person, lost but not at all forgotten.

  15. Beautifully written, Angus. Thank you for filling in the history and inspiring accomplishments of these strong and dedicated men. And for making that environment so visceral and personal.

  16. A classic story from AMT jr, in the tradition of all your thorough, exhaustive reports on mountaineering over the years. Great job.

  17. Angus, one of your best articles yet of so many, heartfelt and thorough. A tragic story, but well told.

    Crumbo was an amazing individual who I knew through the years from working in the Grand Canyon. One of the strongest people I’ve ever met, which made it harder to believe.

    Condolences to the families.

  18. Thank you Angus for another well researched and well written piece. Having done some canoeing on this lake and witnessing a terrible storm from the shore, I felt this story deeply. Thanks again.

  19. Thank you for this respectful and thoughtful writing and accompanying photographs. Having guided multi-day kayak trips on Lewis-Shoshone from 2002-2008, I felt the anxiety I experienced paddling Shoshone in the wind and big water, keeping close watch on groups of inexperienced paddlers, knowing that any capsize required swift action. Having assisted in several righting of kayakers and witnessing the affect that cold water quickly has on the body, I am so deeply saddened and sorry for how the trip these fine gentlemen ended. I live with immeasurable respect for the waters of Yellowstone lakes and the folks who paddle them and patrol them. Thank you rangers.

    My deepest condolences to the families and friends of Mr. O’Neill and Mr. Crumbo.

  20. I spent 4 days with Kim Crumbo and other Sierra Club Wilderness Study volunteers in the WahWah and Mountain Home ranges to the west of Delta Utah on Veteran’s Day weekend 2012.
    I would like to “Join the Conversation” of Wyofile members.
    Thank you Argus for the depth and breath of this story linked to me by Kirk Peterson President of the Westrern Wildlife Conservancy

  21. For approximately 35 years, beginning in 1979, my company Wilderness Ventures, ran five to six day paddles on Lewis and Shoshone lakes for high school students and we always crossed Shoshone at the Narrows in early morning. I had read about a horrific Boy Scout accident in the 60’s at the Narrows, which had taken multiple lives. In the early 90’s I successfully petitioned the park service to allow me to use sea kayaks instead of canoes, which I believed to be safer. If there were waves in the morning, our groups were instructed to reach the Shoshone Geyser Basin via the south shore and then go on to their campsites along the north shore. I always had great respect for the dangers Shoshone Lake, but
    felt it was a profound, life changing experience for young adults.

  22. You’d never believe the poor decisionmaking that hypothermia causes until you’ve experienced it. We’re all part of the wild. Great writing, may these brothers rest in peace.

  23. This loss lives on in the hearts of their Holiday River family. Two rafts bearing their names have spent most days for two seasons in the Colorado River canyons they both loved. Thank you for this well written update.

    JWood and the Holiday River family

  24. Thank you for the excellent article on my 2 brothers.
    Two years on and the pain still exits.
    Thanks for the picture of the wolf cub Crumbo, there is a family resemblance.

  25. Thank you Angus, for your respectful writing of this tragic story. I believe it is obvious how this particular piece garnered your attention and emotions and you placed special attachment to every sentence. I also believe many of the readers greatly appreciate your heartfelt passion and effort in bringing your words onto our screens.

  26. Thank you for this respectful, insightful, and eloquent tribute to Kim and Mark. I had the pleasure of working with Kim, he was a prolific researcher and writer, of the sort that seems to be a very rare breed these days, and he devoted hours to public comments on behalf of wildlife and wildlands conservation. He was also a tremendous human being. My regret is not getting a chance to go rafting with him. When I heard the news that he was missing on a lake in Yellowstone, I assumed he would show up soon with some heroic tale, and I sent him an email to that effect. He was legend.

  27. Excellent story. Very well written. Many of us have braved the elements and somehow survived. Even the most seasoned adventurers are no match for Mother Nature when she exerts her unpredictable power. Rest in peace.

  28. Thank you for your moving and evocative piece. The photographs and illustrations brought the people and locales involved to life. Beautiful story.

  29. I lived in Wyo. and worked in the oilfields back in the 80’s, and still often remember of the many surprises that the high country presents. From the dozen golden eagles perched on the power lines to pick up the remains of jack rabbits that have been hit by semis along the Green to La Barge, to the spring snowstorms with 20′ drifts up on the Thunder Basin that wreak havoc with the sheep herders right after they are shorn from their winter coats. I have had to chain up my semi-truck in every month of the year! Long time ago, but never forgotten. Wonder of the hidden Crissman Ranch out on the 14 mile north of White Mountain. It this homestead still standing in good order?

  30. More than 50 years ago a friend and I were paddling Yellowstone Lake when a thunderstorm ‘came out of nowhere’ and blew us into the lake. The shoreline was only 50 yards distant and the two of us paddled for all we were worth to make it to shore, both of us certain we would break our paddles. The wind was one heck of an incentive. This article brought back those memories. Thanks. Peace and may both Voyagers travel well. Daniel

  31. Angus that is a beautifully written story to honor the 2 brothers. I know you’ve paddled Yellowstone many times and respect the dangers of cold water. Thanks for your thoughtful re-creation of their last adventure, especially in the context or their vast experience and physical toughness.

  32. Excellent, well written story by Mr. Angus Thuermer. Stark reality of what can occur in the backcountry, even to so called experts.

  33. What a beautiful article. We get to know place and people so intimately. Description that lets you see the lake “a bow tie, a dog bone or a dumbbell”, and reporting that keeps taking you deeper, circling back again and again for another look, like searchers looking for someone lost and loved. Thank you, Angus.

  34. Thanks! An outstanding piece of journalism. It definitely highlights the risks of wilderness and this trip in particular.