I’m serious when I say it’s a weird area. Early ‘90’s, December I’m in LA for Christmas and I got a call from Reno where I lived. Massive snow storm headed in. Probable closure of the two mountain passes on 395. One at 8000 feet and the other 7000+. I head out and the highway patrol at Bishop shut 395 down. All hotels full. I split off to Hwy 6. Slow going and later chain up my 2wd truck. Eventually get to the dirt back road towards 95. 15 miles up, no lights in front or behind for miles. Pitch black. High beams on. No structures or lights anywhere.
There was a guy walking alone. Red flannel plaid shirt and jeans. Had not seen a car off to the side of road. He never turned around or try to wave me down for help. As I passed him, he never acknowledged me. I honked my horn, no response. As i passed him, nothing. I tapped my brakes so my taillights lit him up but nothing.
There wasn’t a parked car on the side of the road all the way to 95.
I swear it’s true. I took that route several times since…. In the daytime.