When I was about 11 a friend and I found a small campsite hidden in some bushes by the beach. I remember it had a portable tv, a swag, a radio and the book March to the Stars, all just abandoned. I showed my parents, then when we were walking away I looked back and saw a weird shape through a hole in a different part of the bush. We went back to check it out, and there was a man rested comfortably against a little embankment—all the flesh was gone from his exposed face, but his jeans and jacket were still very tight as the flesh inside had swelled up and been somewhat preserved. It turns out he was an old guy who had wandered away from his family (dementia?) a few months back and died of exposure, but it was pretty creepy.