David L. Aragon

He was 16, she was 15. She traveled 30 miles from the high society to the poor unknown part of town. He fell for her instantly dedicating his heart to protect her. They went off to find a cabin in a cave two hundred miles away high in the mountains to find a cabin in a cave. There was awaiting canned food to last a year. They planned to steal from the campers during the summer, make mountain babies and live life large! They were teenagers, they knew it all. With the police hot on their trail and other campers attempting to rape and pilferage from their desparation, he kept her safe from any harm. After the jeep wreck going off a two thousand foot mountainside, he should have died from the massive amounts of poison oak covering over 90 percent of his body. Only coming within twenty feet from the opening of the cave, they gave up unable to find the final mark. After returning to town, they passed by hundreds of body searchers on the way back and finding over fifty law enforcement cop cars in the parking lot where they were to be picked up from their friend who gave the directions to the cave. After three months of freedom, that fatal knock on the door came. The gig was up.