Teacher and students overdue
By John Dew
At exactly
2100 hrs. (9:00 P.M.) Thursday night the pagers
came alive with their familiar piercing whistle.
We were informed of the number to call in order
to respond to a search in Idyllwild. Eight
children (4-6th graders) led by one adult male
teacher were in the mountains and should have
been back to Humber Park some hours earlier.
A group of
students who were camping at Maranatha for the
week from a school in Irvine had hiked toward
Saddle Junction, which is at the 8000' level.
They had started from Humber Park in the morning.
The group had
arrived at Saddle junction in time for lunch.
They had eaten lunch and then divided into two
groups. One group of children and their leader, a
lady teacher from the school, departed the Saddle
headed for Humber. The other group with the man
teacher started hiking downhill towards Skunk
Cabbage Meadow. They told the first group that
they were going to make a circle down around
Skunk Cabbage Meadow and return, arriving at
Humber about five o'clock. When they had not
arrived by six the Sheriff was notified. He knew
that people are often later than they expect to
be and decided to wait a little longer, giving
them an opportunity to get back if they had just
been detained for some reason, without alerting a
whole rescue team if there was no need to do so.
Also, two adults from the group hiked almost to
the Saddle looking for them.
When they had
not returned by 8:30 p.m. the decision was made
to call the team. By the time we arrived at the
road head in Humber Park the weather from the
beautiful day had departed and was replaced by
angry looking clouds which were covering the sky.
The wind was coming up and it looked like a
miserable night was ahead of us.
The first six
men to arrive, Walt and Kevin Walker, Hal Fulkman
and Jim Fairchild, Don Chambers and I had donned
our packs and were on the trail.
We knew it
would be a simple mission, just going to the
Saddle, meeting the group and leading them out.
HOW WRONG WE WERE!!!
As the team
was approaching Saddle junction the wind picked
up, the clouds began loosing their moisture in
the form of snow, and there was no response to
our shouts. We left Hal and Don at the Saddle as
relay and proceeded toward the meadows further
into the mountain. The more we hiked, the more
severe the weather became and soon our concerns
were for the children we had thought would be so
easy to find.
Soon we were
following tracks. From the number and various
sizes of the tracks we felt sure they would lead
us to the subjects. The pace for us was fast.
There were two reasons. The snow was soft, so
deep tracks were made. It was snowing very hard
and these tracks would soon be harder to follow.
These children would be in very serious trouble
if they were not found soon, especially if they
had no fire and warm, dry clothes. (We hurried
even faster at that thought). Soon the snow was
so heavy it was almost impossible to see where we
were going. It was a heavy, wet snow and our
clothes became soaked. At about 0300 hrs. (3:00
a.m.) our hearts sank and we became alarmed as we
watched the tracks disappear before our eyes,
being filled and covered by the intense snow
storm. We had no place to look. The tracks had
wandered around in every direction. We were well
below Reed's Meadow, and any move or change of
direction would only be a wild guess on our part.
We were very cold and wet and had
not taken time to properly care for ourselves,
(food, water, warmth) in our eagerness to find
these kids. However, when we lost the tracks in
the deep snow we decided that we must stop for
awhile and try to dry, warm, and rest until
daylight. We also hoped the lost group might see
the light from our fire and make themselves
known. At daylight, just an hour from where we
had stopped, we regrouped, met some other team
members who had hiked in later, and started to
Caramba Camp, the farthest camp on the mountain,
just in case they had gone that way. They were
not there. Other team members had been sent to
other possible places where they might be. The
CR-MRA teams were called. Sierra Madre and San
Diego teams responded with many people.
Helicopters were called in as the clouds were
breaking up. One was Don Landells' Jet Ranger and
the other was a big twin rotor military bird from
the Marines.
We who were at
the north Caramba helispot were picked up at
11:15 a.m. Friday, just twelve hours and fifteen
minutes after starting up the trail the night
before. We were being air lifted to Base Camp for
rest and food. Our replacements would be brought
back in. Don Landells and Walt were in the front
seats and Randy Beaty and I were in the back
seat. We were all looking as we headed towards
base. Just below Reeds Meadow I spotted some
fresh tracks and told the others. As we turned to
circle back we all saw the word "HELP"
clearly stomped out in the snow that covered the
meadow. Along with the word we could see a man
and three children. Don landed in the meadow and
we climbed out and went over to the people. It
was the missing teacher and three of the
students. He told us he left the other five (some
of whom were not in good condition) around a
campfire and was hiking out for help. We loaded
the four into Don's helicopter and he took them
to base. Shortly the big twin rotored Marine
chopper landed and picked up Randy and I, Walt
waited for Don to return. Don came back and
picked up Walt and they headed for the area where
the other five children were at.
Circling the
area, Don and Walt looked for a helispot. Don
finally headed for an open area on a rather steep
hillside. He was able to put the front end of
each runner down in the snow and Walt jumped out
and headed towards the children. Don was going to
pick up Jim and Kevin at Caramba and bring them
back to help Walt. As he flew away the children
were already hiking through the snow towards
Walt.
Walt descended
the hill and met the children. He quickly asked
them how they were. They responded that they
could hike up the hill, but mentioned that one of
the girls did not have any boots. So while Walt
carried her up the hill, Don circled overhead.
When they all got to the impromptu helispot Don
came in and once again put the runners into the
snow. Walt loaded all five children into the
machine and they were flown to base.
While Don
returned to pick up Walt, Jim and Kevin, other
rescue team members were picked up by the Marine
bird. Another mission completed and a happy team
returned home rejoicing that the kids had been
found in time.
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