Crime Investigation on 'Killer Hill' reaches new heights, as does blizzard

Killer Hill is the name I've given a steep, rocky section of an old wagon road that runs up into the Pine Nut Mountains a mile behind our house. Friends and I have hiked the historic roadway, freezing or sweltering, for 30 years.
The name isn't as evil as it sounds: No one died here yet (to my knowledge), but no matter how often we've hiked it, our pulses soar when we reach the top, thus, it became "Killer Hill."
Due to ice, snow or muck, we hadn't hiked the hill for two months, so, when we rounded the roadway where it flattens, the sight of a full-sized pickup truck body dumped on its backside, like a turtle in distress, tire rims in the air exposing is underbelly, caught our attention. Except for Mother Nature, Killer Hill is boring unless wild horse stallions or rattlesnakes are staking their territories.
A closer look at the truck indicated it was burned, however, without the CSI: Las vegasteam aboard to ascertain if there might have been a killing, we couldn't tell whether it burned spontaneously after a crash or was set afire. Making an amateurish crime scene investigation, we decided, since the make of the vehicle was missing, someone had destroyed evidence. We didn't search for a charred victim, but thought it looked like the body we had was a Chevy pickup, once painted a teal color -- this evidence was left behind on a corner of the tail gate.