LIGHTING OUT FOR THE TERRITORIES:
The Missing Kayaker: What happened to Ryan Borgwardt? (Jamie Thompson, November 6, 2025, The Atlantic)
Emily told the detective that Ryan had left their home in Watertown, about an hour from Big Green Lake, at around 4:45 p.m. the previous afternoon. He’d driven the family minivan to a friend’s house to pick up wood pellets for his stove. Before setting off, he’d mentioned that he might drop the kayak in the water somewhere on his way home, and attached an enclosed trailer with the kayak. He’d told Emily over the weekend that he wanted to fish on Big Green Lake, which would be roughly on his way.
Emily told the detective she’d texted with Ryan the previous evening. She forwarded screenshots of their exchange.
At 10:12 p.m., Emily had written, “Night. Love you.” About 15 minutes later, she’d texted again, telling him that their older son, 17, was spending the night at a friend’s house.
Five minutes later, Ryan texted back: “I may have snuck out on a lake.”
Emily: “That would have been nice to know…I was beginning to wonder why you weren’t home.”
Ryan apologized, but then added: “Temperature is perfect.”
Emily: “Nothing new. I should be used to it by now. So many nights I have no idea where you are when it’s late.”
Ryan: “The meteor shower is awesome in the dark.”
Emily asked Ryan to turn on his location-sharing in the Life360 app, which he did.
Emily: “Again, no communication. Would have been nice to know.”
Ryan: “I’ll work on this communication thing.”
Emily: “It sucks going to bed not having any idea where you are. Just saying.”
Ryan told Emily he’d forgotten his paddle and was instead using a fishing net.
Emily: “No paddle is dumb.”
Ryan: “I love you…goodnight.”
Emily: “Night. Love you too. Be safe.”
Ryan: “I’ll start heading back to shore soon.”
Emily: “K.”
After her last text, at 10:49 p.m., Emily said she fell asleep. When she woke around 5 a.m., Ryan still wasn’t home.
Emily texted him at 5:12 a.m.: “Where are you?????”
Then, at 5:16 a.m.: “Babe?????”
Missing: Inside New York’s Missing Persons Bureau, Captain John H. Ayers untangles runaway dreams, fake suicides, and vanishings that never resolve. (Morris Markey, July 21, 1934, The New Yorker)
As I said before, however, youth is not the chief problem of the Bureau. The greatest number of people who disappear are men, and they fall into quite explicit categories: They are running to escape a shrewish wife or an impossible family existence, or they are running to avoid the debacle that follows financial collapse, or they are old and feel themselves in the way of their relatives, or they are attempting to leave an impression of death, with consequent insurance benefits to wife and children.
The police have much sympathy with most of these fellows, even when they find them and have to bring them miserably back. They know that it takes a lot of driving to make a man give up everything that he knows, all of his small habits and his possessions and his friends, and begin life from scratch. But they are faced with the law when a wife or children have been abandoned, for it is in the law that a man must provide food and shelter for his family, even when that family exerts all the ingenuities to make him utterly miserable.
