Disaster Actor Julian Sands identified as hiker missing in Mt. Baldy area of Los Angeles since Friday

LOS ANGELES (KABC) -- Julian Sands, a British actor who has appeared in dozens of films and TV shows since the 1980s, is one of two missing hikers currently being searched for in Southern California's mountains, authorities confirmed Wednesday.
Sands has been missing since last week in the Mt. Baldy area. Family reported him missing on Friday evening.

According to the San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department, severe weather on the mountain has been difficult and air resources have been limited.

"His wife did report him missing," said Gloria Huerta with SBCSD. "From what I understand, he left sometime that day for a hike and when he did not return, his family reported him missing."
Sands is known for roles in several films, including the 1985 feature "A Room with a View," "Warlock" and "Leaving Las Vegas."

Born in England, the 65-year-old now lives in the North Hollywood area.
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Meanwhile, a separate search is ongoing for another hiker in Los Angeles County.
Bob Gregory, of Hawthorne, was reported missing by family on Monday afternoon. According to the Los Angeles County Sheriff's San Dimas station, they've been searching for him in the Crystal Lake area of the San Gabriel Mountains.

Family says they are distraught and fear he may have hurt himself and fallen. They added the police are tracing his cell phone.

Search teams combed the area on the ground and from the air on Tuesday. However, those efforts were limited Wednesday to air crews only due to icy conditions on the tough terrain, authorities said.

"The conditions are too dangerous. In fact, even some of the more experienced hikers are getting themselves into trouble up there so we recommend that people to stay away from that area," said Huerta.
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Well fuck. I always liked him. I hope he is found safe. He was great in Vibes.

 
He'a apparently a pretty dedicated mountaineer, so at least he isn't a total newbie. Even with that, his age, the conditions, the fact that the mountain is pretty disorienting, and the fact that he's been missing for almost a week don't bode well for him. I really hope that a miracle will happen and he's found alive, but if not, I hope his body is recovered so his family gets closure. Awful situation all around.
 
David Paulides will probably get a lot of traffic out of this. Was it bigfoot or will he go back to aliens?
Naw, it was your asshole separating from your body looking to finally be free of a diet of chicken tendies and mountain dew. Julian was supposed to be the getaway driver to freedom but then the glow in the darks came in and took them both.

Thats at least a more entertaining explanation than him probably getting stabbed to death by a couple of homeless lunatics hungry for food or something :/
 
He was in a bunch of actual good movies but I will always remember him best as the secondary bad guy in the direct-to-video movie Blood and Bone where the dude who played Spawn fights Bob Sapp and some other goons in underground MMA matches; Kareem Saiid from Oz is also the main bad guy and he not only gets his arm cut off with a samurai sword but Kimbo Slice shows up to shank him in the ass during the credits. That movie owns lol.
 

According to the feds pinging the phone showed he was moving further into the mountains so its not unlikely he got turned around and lost and then shit went bad for him. Going on 11 days for the search now so unless he got very, very lucky with shelter and water its unlikely he's still alive, and given the tone of the article its pretty obvious everybody involved knows it
 
I remember hearing about this a few days ago and being really sad about it. He had only been missing for 4 days but the conditions were apparently so bad they couldn't even search for him. If he lives it will be some sort of fucking miracle. If he dies, which is highly likely, it will most certainly be a slow and agonizing death of starvation or freezing or something awful. Nobody deserves to slowly die cold and alone, not even a Warlock.

I won't say RIP yet because I don't wanna jinx the possibility of a post-christmas miracle. I will say I hope he is okay, wherever he is.
 
If he dies, which is highly likely, it will most certainly be a slow and agonizing death of starvation or freezing or something awful. Nobody deserves to slowly die cold and alone, not even a Warlock.
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And all the time the dog ran with him, at his heels. When he fell down a second time, it curled its tail over its forefeet and sat in front of him facing him curiously eager and intent. The warmth and security of the animal angered him, and he cursed it till it flattened down its ears appeasingly. This time the shivering came more quickly upon the man. He was losing in his battle with the frost. It was creeping into his body from all sides. The thought of it drove him on, but he ran no more than a hundred feet, when he staggered and pitched headlong. It was his last panic. When he had recovered his breath and control, he sat up and entertained in his mind the conception of meeting death with dignity. However, the conception did not come to him in such terms. His idea of it was that he had been making a fool of himself, running around like a chicken with its head cut off--such was the simile that occurred to him. Well, he was bound to freeze anyway, and he might as well take it decently. With this new-found peace of mind came the first glimmerings of drowsiness. A good idea, he thought, to sleep off to death. It was like taking an anaesthetic. Freezing was not so bad as people thought. There were lots worse ways to die.

He pictured the boys finding his body next day. Suddenly he found himself with them, coming along the trail and looking for himself. And, still with them, he came around a turn in the trail and found himself lying in the snow. He did not belong with himself any more, for even then he was out of himself, standing with the boys and looking at himself in the snow. It certainly was cold, was his thought. When he got back to the States he could tell the folks what real cold was. He drifted on from this to a vision of the old-timer on Sulphur Creek. He could see him quite clearly, warm and comfortable, and smoking a pipe.

"You were right, old hoss; you were right," the man mumbled to the old-timer of Sulphur Creek.

Then the man drowsed off into what seemed to him the most comfortable and satisfying sleep he had ever known. The dog sat facing him and waiting. The brief day drew to a close in a long, slow twilight. There were no signs of a fire to be made, and, besides, never in the dog's experience had it known a man to sit like that in the snow and make no fire. As the twilight drew on, its eager yearning for the fire mastered it, and with a great lifting and shifting of forefeet, it whined softly, then flattened its ears down in anticipation of being chidden by the man. But the man remained silent. Later, the dog whined loudly. And still later it crept close to the man and caught the scent of death. This made the animal bristle and back away. A little longer it delayed, howling under the stars that leaped and danced and shone brightly in the cold sky. Then it turned and trotted up the trail in the direction of the camp it knew, where were the other food-providers and fire-providers.
 
Why people go alone into these kinda areas is beyond me. All it would take is a fall serious enough to hurt your leg and you're done for. No way to get home, no way to get food/water/shelter, and no one to help you.

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And all the time the dog ran with him, at his heels. When he fell down a second time, it curled its tail over its forefeet and sat in front of him facing him curiously eager and intent. The warmth and security of the animal angered him, and he cursed it till it flattened down its ears appeasingly. This time the shivering came more quickly upon the man. He was losing in his battle with the frost. It was creeping into his body from all sides. The thought of it drove him on, but he ran no more than a hundred feet, when he staggered and pitched headlong. It was his last panic. When he had recovered his breath and control, he sat up and entertained in his mind the conception of meeting death with dignity. However, the conception did not come to him in such terms. His idea of it was that he had been making a fool of himself, running around like a chicken with its head cut off--such was the simile that occurred to him. Well, he was bound to freeze anyway, and he might as well take it decently. With this new-found peace of mind came the first glimmerings of drowsiness. A good idea, he thought, to sleep off to death. It was like taking an anaesthetic. Freezing was not so bad as people thought. There were lots worse ways to die.

He pictured the boys finding his body next day. Suddenly he found himself with them, coming along the trail and looking for himself. And, still with them, he came around a turn in the trail and found himself lying in the snow. He did not belong with himself any more, for even then he was out of himself, standing with the boys and looking at himself in the snow. It certainly was cold, was his thought. When he got back to the States he could tell the folks what real cold was. He drifted on from this to a vision of the old-timer on Sulphur Creek. He could see him quite clearly, warm and comfortable, and smoking a pipe.

"You were right, old hoss; you were right," the man mumbled to the old-timer of Sulphur Creek.

Then the man drowsed off into what seemed to him the most comfortable and satisfying sleep he had ever known. The dog sat facing him and waiting. The brief day drew to a close in a long, slow twilight. There were no signs of a fire to be made, and, besides, never in the dog's experience had it known a man to sit like that in the snow and make no fire. As the twilight drew on, its eager yearning for the fire mastered it, and with a great lifting and shifting of forefeet, it whined softly, then flattened its ears down in anticipation of being chidden by the man. But the man remained silent. Later, the dog whined loudly. And still later it crept close to the man and caught the scent of death. This made the animal bristle and back away. A little longer it delayed, howling under the stars that leaped and danced and shone brightly in the cold sky. Then it turned and trotted up the trail in the direction of the camp it knew, where were the other food-providers and fire-providers.
The worst part of that story is that the idiot had a fire going at one point and would've been fine through the night. But he wanted to get home to his kids so bad that he left his fire and pushed on into bad weather.

The doggo tries to stop him, but he ignores it.
 
Why people go alone into these kinda areas is beyond me. All it would take is a fall serious enough to hurt your leg and you're done for. No way to get home, no way to get food/water/shelter, and no one to help you.
I think that’s kind of the point. Being in the mountains is an experience and being alone in nature is almost spiritual. We have so little risk these days, and our lives are so cluttered and busy and overwhelmed with other people. To go off alone by yourself into the wilds, I can understand that. I’ve taken off for a few days alone several times, but I always carried food, water, tiny stove and a micro tent amd this was pre mobile days. I probably wouldn’t do it now as I’m not as fit as I was when I was younger but as a young un, I did.
 
I remember when the heating went out in my apartment one extremely cold January, it took a few days for a maintenance guy to come and fix the problem and me and my roommate had no one else to stay with and no way of getting to the store to buy any form of a heater. We just bundled up as best as we could, layered blankets on top of each other, slept with coats and hats on and hoods drawn across our faces as best as we could while still being able to breathe. Even with all that, we went to bed with our noses and extremities stiff and numb. It was honestly really, really frightening- we were two soft, first world college girls who'd never slept in cold even remotely close to that before, and it scared the everloving shit out of us. I knew that like, reasonably, we probably weren't going to freeze to death in our sleep, but there was this bone-deep, monkey brain paranoia that if we went to sleep neither of us would wake up. Obviously that didn't happen, but the fear was very much real.

We were lucky in that we knew for a fact that help would come in a few days and we'd be able to sleep normally soon enough. We were also lucky in that we could at least stay in warmer public areas during waking hours, so we weren't constantly exposed to the cold. For people who are lost in the wilderness, they don't get that luxury of reassurance that help would eventually come or respite from the cold. They're on their own, and if they don't have the proper equipment, they know that they're absolutely fucked. Even if freezing is ultimately a quiet, relatively peaceful death, that fear in the days or hours leading up to it is painfully real. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
 
and no way of getting to the store to buy any form of a heater.

Lifetip, always have a small space heater in your home. They don't cost much and you wont need it, until you need it. I brought one becuse I was working in a cold office but I took it with me when I left and every now and again it's exactly what I need ten years later. Sound investment.
 
I hope they find him for his family's sake, but I'll be more than a few of the search and rescue team would like to find him alive just so they can wring his neck. Accidents happen, weather changes suddenly, but when someone who knew better still does something stupid, search and rescue is stuck with trying to find a Dawin Awards candidate, risking their own lives in the process. Every year or two in my country there's noises made about getting morons to pay for their own rescue parties.
 
Lifetip, always have a small space heater in your home. They don't cost much and you wont need it, until you need it. I brought one becuse I was working in a cold office but I took it with me when I left and every now and again it's exactly what I need ten years later. Sound investment.
Yep. As soon as we were able, we got a space heater. We were NOT going to go through that again if we could help it.
 
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