Then There Was Only One – Growing up in Denver, Colorado at the foot of the Rocky Mountains during the 60’s and 70’s you at some time you would hear the tale of “Alfred G. Packer” Colorado cannibal. It is a chilling tale of wilderness survival of some gold prospectors that were lost in the rugged mountain wilderness of the Rocky Mountains near Lake City, Colorado. Six men entered the remote winter wilderness and only one would survive to walk out several months later. Alfred was buried in the Littleton Cemetery not far from my childhood home. This is my version of the tale of the Colorado Cannibal.
Bitter cold winter, Colorado 1874,
Alfred Packer, became campfire lore.
Breckenridge gold fields they had in mind,
Alfred, five others, yellow dust had blind.
On the Gunnison River, Indian Chief Ouray,
Feared Packer’s crew would become winters prey.
“Never to fear”, Alfred Packer was heard to say,
Headed into the San Juan’s on a freezing winter day.
On a mountain Plateau, snowbound they became,
Not gold, but survival now was the ultimate game.
Flesh freezing winter cold, became more intense,
Out of food and provisions – prolonged the suspense.
Now only one man knows the truth of the tale,
Packer – the lone survivor – lived the wilderness trail.
Out of the winter perdition, not much out of sort,
Five others lives and dreams had fallen deadly short.
Now how did Packer – one man survive the winter Hell?
People of Lake City, Colorado did not believe his tale.
During a winter struggle with no provisions or food,
That Alfred Packer lived – looked healthy and renewed.
Widely believed with hatchet their heads he did split,
And ate the other five – flesh cooked on a campfire spit.
Over a hundred years later, if it is this legend you seek,
Near Lake City, Colorado, is a mountain named – Cannibal Peak.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2016
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