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Elusive duo, armed wit a dozen tacos, overdue
By Ron Barry
The callout
came at around 2:00 Sunday morning - two guys,
ages 16 and 21, were overdue from a hike down by
the Salton Sea. I piled the gear into my truck,
and picked up Bernie McIlvoy on the way out, with
our destination being the Indio Sheriff's
substation.
The Indio
Sheriff directed us south to a series of dirt
roads outside Coachella that led out to some
cultivated fields. The eastern horizon was
changing from ink black to indigo as dawn
approached. The rescue van was parked next to a
field, and members of the lost boys' family were
there. The victims were lightly dressed, so they
definitely spent a chilly night up there, and
they had a dozen or so tacos with them. They were
supposed to have gone hiking up towards Rabbit
Peak Saturday morning, to get up into the snow.
As dawn approached, maps were pulled out and we
went over the most probable routes they would
have taken. Two routes were top priority - one
was up a large winding canyon, the other up a
ridge that led eventually to the top.
Soon after
sunrise, Don Landells arrived in his Jet Ranger.
Bernie and I boarded his ship, with John Dew
going as observer. After a quick recon of the
lower ridges and valleys, Bernie had Don drop us
off on a dominant ridge at around the 1500 foot
level. After the chopper was out of range, we
gave some yells for our victims, but got no
reply. Next we checked the ridge out for tracks,
and BINGO! Right where the chopper landed, was a
set of Vibram tracks, going uphill along the
ridge. More searching produced a second set of
tracks - these from tennis shoes. A brief
conversation with Base, and we knew the
boot-prints matched what the boys were wearing.
Don returned
and airlifted us up the ridge, tracking from the
air until we lost them. We were dropped off, and
soon picked up their tracks again. Don returned
for more teams as Bernie and I continued up the
ridge. Jim Hansen and Darryl Hand were flown up
to a point on the ridge a mile ahead of us, where
they would try to cut tracks. Unfortunately, they
never found any, so we had to assume the guys
dropped off the ridge between us and the
Hansen/Hand team. Another team was dropped on the
ridge at a point between us and Hansen/ Hand,
which consisted of Jim Garvey and Hal Fulkman.
Don then flew
up to the snowline to try and find tracks by air,
leaving the six of us to figure out where they
bombed off the ridge. Don Landells has the
keenest eyesight, and eventually he spotted
obscure tracks going off the ridge into a canyon,
then later on, way up high on another ridge. Our
victims had dropped off our ridge, crossed the
canyon, and ascended another ridgeline that
undulated up to the snowline. Getting low on
fuel, Landells picked Bernie and me up, and we
had a quick flight up to just below snowline.
There was nowhere to land up here, so we stepped
out on the runner and dropped down to the ground,
trying to avoid the abundant Cholla cacti.
Don returned
to Base to refuel, while we tracked our
"elusive duo" up a narrow ridge, where
the tracks disappeared again! We were searching
the area when Base radioed that our 'duo' had
arrived at the rescue van. They had retreated
from the mountain precisely at the point we were
at then.
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