Edgar Morrenz was a Chicago native. He spent his first thirty years serving in the Chicago Police Department. At a young age he retired from the police force, claiming he was fit to live a life without work. His path would take him to to the edge. Like many others, Edgar would take to the mountains. The only difference between Edgar and the seemingly decimated rest of the mountain men was that the span in which the lived was nearly one hundred years.
So in the spring of 1941 Edgar set fire to his small apartment in north Chicago with only the clothes on his back and a nap sack with all he needed to survive. The journey to the rocky mountains took him close to two or three months. But when he reached Denver, it was decided that he wouldn't survive in the Rockies without shelter. He accent to the Rockies was treacherous but one week after he had left Denver he had made it to a seeming oasis where he would set up camp, permanently.
For months he worked around the clock, stopping only to sleep and eat. His objective, to have a small shelter strong enough to withstand the harshness of the Colorado winter. He would survive his first winter, but not before going mentally insane from the lack of food and oxygen. His shelter was submerged under ten feet of snow, Colorado's largest blizzard in ten years. He lived off the rats and bugs which infested his home. Water was melter from the snow he could reach his hands on but it seemed that he was trapped. In mid February he took the lamp he had found on the highway outside of Denver and instead of sticking out the winter took his own life. One by one bashing his head in with the lamp.