I'm playing catch up with the books that have been written on Dyatlov Pass Incident. I'm actually getting bored going through the events from preparations at UPI all the way to the last diary entry and all the events in the search and recovery. It's all pounded in my head at this point. I know how it goes to a t. I'm on the verge of being able to memorize the journal passages and recite them on command from memory.
In any case, having read 3 books in two days, I've grown a very intimate knowledge of the ten tourists in relation to this excursion. I'm more confident than ever that no fly agaric or other drug experimentation was going on in that tent by the actual nine victims. I really feel that this type of thing just wasn't a part of their culture. These were people that were raised knowing that they'd lead a life of hard work and then they'd die. There was no individualistic mentality. To be communist, to be Soviet, you were not an individual at all but rather a piece of a larger picture and that larger picture was the concern--not individual woes/needs/wants. I don't think they longed for a life free of pain and hard work. They didn't long for easy living. They were happy just to be--then and there. They knew nothing more and Soviet Russia made sure that the people didn't know that there was other ways of life--more to be had--in other places.
Drug culture would be against everything they'd been raised to believe in. It was against their very government. It was against their very patriotic duty. These students, although accustomed already in their short lives to hard work, being poor, and not having much more to aspire to than those things were still very proud to be Soviet communists.
To dabble in shrooms or other recreational drugs really is a stretch in my opinion. They knew who they were, where they were going in life, and what was expected of them.