Everett financed his wanderings by selling prints and paintings, but he never stayed in the same place for long. He once wrote, “There is always an undercurrent of restlessness and wild longing. The wind is in my hair, there is a fire in my heels, and I shall always be a rover, I know.”
According to everything that exists, Everett continued to roam the southwest until the age of 20, when he disappeared for good...
