I once uncovered the remains of some kinda race of elephant men while building a utopia in an Idaho desert.
That was in 1972, when I was working with a transportation company taking some migrant workers to Montana. I got the job of packing the workers in little compartments under the bails of hay we were hauling so they wouldn’t fall out of the truck. Despite the air conditioning in the cab I was miserably hot though, so I was looking for something new. That’s when I met a preacher named Darryl in line for McDonald’s at a truck stop outside Des Moines. We got to talking and a couple days later we were hiking to his church, twenty miles inside a former artillery range in Idaho.
The church was a sun-bleached wood shack and we were its only members. So it didn’t quite meet the expectations Darryl gave me but I’d already quit my job and was a thousand miles from home without a dime in my pocket so I decided to just go with it for a while.
Civilization, Darryl told me, is the serpent that got man evicted from the Garden of Eden by subjugating his individual will and subverting the moral sovereignty of the family unit. Darryl said that unless people organized in small anonymous groups in places where the FBI couldn’t find them, man couldn’t never get back into Eden.
We were digging a hole for the foundation of the first community center Darryl envisioned in his utopia when the spade I was using hit something hard. You wouldn’t believe it but I pulled up a bone then that was three feet long. And there were other ones beside it.
After a few minutes of digging I was looking at a human skeleton with a skull the size and shape of one of them pachyderms you see at the zoo. I set that skeleton to the side and kept going and before long I had a whole family of ma and pa and baby elephant people stacked in a pile beside the shack.
When the sun started to go down it got cold and Darryl threw his shovel aside and stared in the face of pa elephant man until the sky turned purple and we heard coyotes howl in the hills. Then Darryl turned around and started hiking back where we come from and I never saw him again.
I lived in that shack for a couple weeks until a ranger found me and dropped me at the highway and told me to stay outta his park.