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Now, the Appalachian Mountains, which we've just been talking about,
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they have a way of making you feel incredibly small.
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When you stand deep in the Great Smoky Mountains, for example,
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surrounded for those ancient towering hemlocks, in the thick blue
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gray mists that seems to bleed right out of the soil,
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you realize very quickly that you're just a visitor in
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a very old, very indifferent world. The locals who've lived
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in those hollers for generations have a deep respect to
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00:00:27.039 --> 00:00:30.519
the woods. They know the folklore, They know the old
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stories about how the forest can sometimes go dead quiet,
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a phenomenon where the birds stops singing and the wind
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stops blowing, right before the mountains decide to open up
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and sometimes swallow someone whole. Most of the time, though,
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we write those stories off as spooky camp for our
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tales meant to keep children from wandering too far from
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the porch. But every once in a while a case
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comes along that strips away the comfort of logic, a
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case that proves sometimes people really do just step up
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off the edge of the world. The vanishing of sixteen
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year old trendy Lynn Gibson is one of those cases.
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It was a perfect autumn day, Friday, October eighth, nineteen
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seventy six. The air in Knoxville, Tennessee, my hometown, was
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crisp and cool, hitting at the deep autumn chill that
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was just around the corner. Troney was a junior at
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Bearden High School. She was a quiet, bright girl with
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an interest in agriculture, which is why she was on
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a school bus that morning headed toward the Great Smoky
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Mountains National Park with about forty of her classmates for
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a horticulture field trip. The plan for the day was
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pretty straightforward. The bus parked at the Klingman's Dome parking lot,
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the highest peak in the park. From there, the students
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were to hike the one point eight mile trail down
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to Andrew's Bald, which is a sprawling open meadow offering
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stunning panoramic views of the ancient mountain range. They would
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eat lunch, examine the local plant life, and then hike
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the one point eight miles back up to steep incline
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to the bus. Now, it's important to understand the geography
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of this specific trail. The path to Andrew's Ball does
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not a leisurely paved stroll through a city park. It's rugged,
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it's steep, rocky, and tightly flanked on both sides by dense,
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unforgiving Appalachian underbrush, deck tangles of rhododendron and Mount Laurel
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that you practically need a machete to hack through. In
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many places, the trail is narrow enough that hikers have
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to walk single file. Now that gives you a better idea.
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So when these forty teenagers hit the trail, they naturally
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broke into smaller, fragmented groups, little clicks, if you will.
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Some of the athletic kids practically ran ahead, eager to
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reach the meadow. Others lingered behind, chatting and taking their
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own sweet time. Treny was right in the middle of
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the pack. As the afternoon wore on, the group began
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the grueling uphill track back toward the Klingman's Dome parking lot.
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It was roughly three pm. Triny had been walking and
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talking with a classmate named Robert. Now, according to Robert,
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he stopped for a moment, and Triny kept walking ahead
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of him. Now she wasn't alone in the wilderness. She
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was sandwiched between two groups of her peers. There were
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students just a few dozen yards ahead of her, and
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Robert and several other students just a few dozen yards
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behind her. As Treny walked the trail, took a sharp
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steep bend around a rocky outcropping, obscuring her from Robert's view.
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It was a blind spot that lasted at most, probably
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fifteen to twenty seconds. When Robert and the group behind
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him rounded the exact same bend moments later, they expected
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to see Trenny's back just ahead of them on the
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narrow dirt path, but the trail was empty now. They
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didn't panic immediately. They assumed what anyone would assume. Trienny
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had simply picked up her pace and caught up with
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a group of students walking ahead of them. They kept
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hiking all the way up to the parking lot, expecting
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to see her sitting on the bump of the school bus,
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tired and ready to go home. But when the teachers
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gathered the students and began doing the final headcount before
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boarding the bus, the horrible reality set in. Twenty wasn't
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on the bus, She wasn't in the parking lot. The
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students who had been hiking ahead of her said they'd
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never seen her catch up to them. The students behind
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her said she had vanished around the bend in the
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span of perhaps fifteen seconds, while bracketed by forty people
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on a razor tin mountain trail. Trinny Lynn Gibson had
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completely ceased to exist. Now, The teachers immediately backtracked down
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the trail, calling her name. The woods remained totally, terrifyingly silent.
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There was no answer. By nightfall, park rangers had been
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alerted and a massive frantic search operation was underway. And
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this is where the sheer impossibility of Trenny's disappearance truly
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takes hold. When someone gets lost in the woods, they'd
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leave a signature. If a hiker simply steps off the
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trail to relieve themselves and gets disoriented, they leave footprints
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in the soft earth. They snapped twigs, they drop maybe
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a comb, a candy wrapper, or even a piece of jewelry.
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If they panic and run, they leave an even larger
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chaotic trail of disturbed brush. Searchers, tracking dogs and helicopters
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scoured the steep drop offs and dense thickets surrounding that
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specific bend in the trail. The dogs were given articles
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of Trenny's clothing descent. But the hounds, they just spun
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in circles. They were entirely unable to pick up a
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trail leading off into the woods. It was as if
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Triny had been plucked straight up into the sky. And
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then there was a deeply unsettling issue of sound. The
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Great Smoky Mountains are home to black bears and wild boars,
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but an animal attack is not a silent event. It's
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a violent, chaotic and incredibly loud struggle. If a predator
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had ambushed a sixteen year old girl just a few
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yards away from other hikers, someone would have heard a scream,
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someone would have heard thrashing of bushes. Searchers would have
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found torn clothing, forensic evidence, drag marks, but absolutely none
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of that was found. What about an abduction. Now this
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is the darkest, most terrifying theory, but practically it makes
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the least amount of sense. How does the predator, say,
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a stranger hiding in the woods, silently grab a teenager
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off a crowded trail in broad daylight. The logistics are
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almost impossible. The kidnapper would have had to wait in
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the dense thorny brush perfectly time the fifteen second window
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when she was out of sight from both groups, subdue
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her instantly without her making a single sound, and then
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carry her up or down a nearly vertical, heavily wooded
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embankment without snapping a branch or leaving a footprint, And
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they would have had to do all this while dozens
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of her classmates were within airshot. As the days turned
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into weeks, the brutal Appalachian weather set in heavy rains
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and dense fogs severely hampered the search efforts, washing away
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whatever microscopic clothes might have been left behind. The search
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was eventually sadly scaled back and then called off entirely.
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Trinny Lynn Gibson was gone. Decades have passed since that
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chrisp October afternoon in nineteen seventy six, and no trace
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of no clothing, no backpack, no remains has ever been
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recovered from the Great Smoky Mountains. The human mind desperately
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wants to apply logic to tragedy. We want to believe
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that she simply slipped down a hidden ravine without a terrible,
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silent accident befilled the poor girl. But when you look
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at the facts, the narrow window of time, the proximity
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of her classmates, the absolute lack of any physical or
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forensic evidence, and the total silence of her vanishing logic
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just simply falls apart. It leaves you with nothing but
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the chilling realization that those old mountain legends might carry
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a grain of truth. Sometimes the woods go quiet, and sometimes,
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for reasons we'll never understand, the mountains seem to just
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take someone and then never give them back.
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Now, the Appalachian Mountains, which we've just been talking about,
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they have a way of making you feel incredibly small.
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When you stand deep in the Great Smoky Mountains, for example,
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surrounded for those ancient towering hemlocks, in the thick blue
5
00:00:13.279 --> 00:00:15.480
gray mists that seems to bleed right out of the soil,
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00:00:16.239 --> 00:00:19.679
you realize very quickly that you're just a visitor in
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a very old, very indifferent world. The locals who've lived
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in those hollers for generations have a deep respect to
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00:00:27.039 --> 00:00:30.519
the woods. They know the folklore, They know the old
10
00:00:30.559 --> 00:00:33.840
stories about how the forest can sometimes go dead quiet,
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00:00:34.359 --> 00:00:36.920
a phenomenon where the birds stops singing and the wind
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00:00:36.960 --> 00:00:40.359
stops blowing, right before the mountains decide to open up
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00:00:40.359 --> 00:00:44.159
and sometimes swallow someone whole. Most of the time, though,
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we write those stories off as spooky camp for our
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00:00:46.880 --> 00:00:49.799
tales meant to keep children from wandering too far from
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00:00:49.840 --> 00:00:53.439
the porch. But every once in a while a case
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00:00:53.520 --> 00:00:56.560
comes along that strips away the comfort of logic, a
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case that proves sometimes people really do just step up
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off the edge of the world. The vanishing of sixteen
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year old trendy Lynn Gibson is one of those cases.
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It was a perfect autumn day, Friday, October eighth, nineteen
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seventy six. The air in Knoxville, Tennessee, my hometown, was
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crisp and cool, hitting at the deep autumn chill that
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was just around the corner. Troney was a junior at
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Bearden High School. She was a quiet, bright girl with
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an interest in agriculture, which is why she was on
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a school bus that morning headed toward the Great Smoky
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Mountains National Park with about forty of her classmates for
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a horticulture field trip. The plan for the day was
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pretty straightforward. The bus parked at the Klingman's Dome parking lot,
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the highest peak in the park. From there, the students
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were to hike the one point eight mile trail down
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to Andrew's Bald, which is a sprawling open meadow offering
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stunning panoramic views of the ancient mountain range. They would
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eat lunch, examine the local plant life, and then hike
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the one point eight miles back up to steep incline
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to the bus. Now, it's important to understand the geography
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of this specific trail. The path to Andrew's Ball does
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not a leisurely paved stroll through a city park. It's rugged,
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it's steep, rocky, and tightly flanked on both sides by dense,
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00:02:14.960 --> 00:02:19.800
unforgiving Appalachian underbrush, deck tangles of rhododendron and Mount Laurel
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that you practically need a machete to hack through. In
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many places, the trail is narrow enough that hikers have
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to walk single file. Now that gives you a better idea.
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So when these forty teenagers hit the trail, they naturally
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broke into smaller, fragmented groups, little clicks, if you will.
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Some of the athletic kids practically ran ahead, eager to
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reach the meadow. Others lingered behind, chatting and taking their
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own sweet time. Treny was right in the middle of
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the pack. As the afternoon wore on, the group began
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the grueling uphill track back toward the Klingman's Dome parking lot.
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It was roughly three pm. Triny had been walking and
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talking with a classmate named Robert. Now, according to Robert,
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he stopped for a moment, and Triny kept walking ahead
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of him. Now she wasn't alone in the wilderness. She
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was sandwiched between two groups of her peers. There were
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students just a few dozen yards ahead of her, and
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Robert and several other students just a few dozen yards
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behind her. As Treny walked the trail, took a sharp
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steep bend around a rocky outcropping, obscuring her from Robert's view.
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It was a blind spot that lasted at most, probably
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fifteen to twenty seconds. When Robert and the group behind
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him rounded the exact same bend moments later, they expected
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to see Trenny's back just ahead of them on the
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narrow dirt path, but the trail was empty now. They
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didn't panic immediately. They assumed what anyone would assume. Trienny
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had simply picked up her pace and caught up with
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a group of students walking ahead of them. They kept
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hiking all the way up to the parking lot, expecting
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to see her sitting on the bump of the school bus,
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tired and ready to go home. But when the teachers
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gathered the students and began doing the final headcount before
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boarding the bus, the horrible reality set in. Twenty wasn't
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on the bus, She wasn't in the parking lot. The
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students who had been hiking ahead of her said they'd
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never seen her catch up to them. The students behind
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her said she had vanished around the bend in the
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span of perhaps fifteen seconds, while bracketed by forty people
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on a razor tin mountain trail. Trinny Lynn Gibson had
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completely ceased to exist. Now, The teachers immediately backtracked down
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the trail, calling her name. The woods remained totally, terrifyingly silent.
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There was no answer. By nightfall, park rangers had been
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alerted and a massive frantic search operation was underway. And
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this is where the sheer impossibility of Trenny's disappearance truly
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00:04:47.839 --> 00:04:51.680
takes hold. When someone gets lost in the woods, they'd
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leave a signature. If a hiker simply steps off the
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00:04:54.959 --> 00:04:58.680
trail to relieve themselves and gets disoriented, they leave footprints
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00:04:58.680 --> 00:05:02.120
in the soft earth. They snapped twigs, they drop maybe
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a comb, a candy wrapper, or even a piece of jewelry.
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If they panic and run, they leave an even larger
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00:05:08.120 --> 00:05:13.560
chaotic trail of disturbed brush. Searchers, tracking dogs and helicopters
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00:05:13.759 --> 00:05:16.519
scoured the steep drop offs and dense thickets surrounding that
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00:05:16.600 --> 00:05:20.040
specific bend in the trail. The dogs were given articles
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00:05:20.040 --> 00:05:23.800
of Trenny's clothing descent. But the hounds, they just spun
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in circles. They were entirely unable to pick up a
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trail leading off into the woods. It was as if
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Triny had been plucked straight up into the sky. And
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then there was a deeply unsettling issue of sound. The
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Great Smoky Mountains are home to black bears and wild boars,
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but an animal attack is not a silent event. It's
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a violent, chaotic and incredibly loud struggle. If a predator
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had ambushed a sixteen year old girl just a few
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yards away from other hikers, someone would have heard a scream,
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someone would have heard thrashing of bushes. Searchers would have
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found torn clothing, forensic evidence, drag marks, but absolutely none
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of that was found. What about an abduction. Now this
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is the darkest, most terrifying theory, but practically it makes
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the least amount of sense. How does the predator, say,
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a stranger hiding in the woods, silently grab a teenager
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off a crowded trail in broad daylight. The logistics are
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almost impossible. The kidnapper would have had to wait in
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the dense thorny brush perfectly time the fifteen second window
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when she was out of sight from both groups, subdue
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her instantly without her making a single sound, and then
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carry her up or down a nearly vertical, heavily wooded
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embankment without snapping a branch or leaving a footprint, And
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they would have had to do all this while dozens
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of her classmates were within airshot. As the days turned
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into weeks, the brutal Appalachian weather set in heavy rains
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and dense fogs severely hampered the search efforts, washing away
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whatever microscopic clothes might have been left behind. The search
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was eventually sadly scaled back and then called off entirely.
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Trinny Lynn Gibson was gone. Decades have passed since that
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chrisp October afternoon in nineteen seventy six, and no trace
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of no clothing, no backpack, no remains has ever been
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recovered from the Great Smoky Mountains. The human mind desperately
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wants to apply logic to tragedy. We want to believe
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that she simply slipped down a hidden ravine without a terrible,
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silent accident befilled the poor girl. But when you look
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at the facts, the narrow window of time, the proximity
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of her classmates, the absolute lack of any physical or
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forensic evidence, and the total silence of her vanishing logic
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just simply falls apart. It leaves you with nothing but
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the chilling realization that those old mountain legends might carry
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a grain of truth. Sometimes the woods go quiet, and sometimes,
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for reasons we'll never understand, the mountains seem to just
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take someone and then never give them back.
