I'll add this anecdote. We lived three blocks from it. I had a "Grit" paper route that took me right by the prison. One day as I was walking by it, the sirens sounded an escape. I was terrified. I was in fourth grade at the time. The man was never found until a year later, his bones had been picked clean by the coyotes. His body was in a small cave, about four blocks the other side of my house in a bluff overlooking the town.