Pair slid 300 and 800 feet
By Walt Walker
Mother Nature
has been good to the mountains this winter, a
heavy blanket of snow covers them. Three young
men, Doug Andrews, Mark Dupont and Rick Kierstead
decided a one day cross country ski tour in the
San Jacinto Mountains would be a great way to
spend a Saturday.
It had been a
good day and the trio were skiing along the
northeast Tahquitz ridge. As Mark was traversing
a slope, he came upon some water ice, hidden by a
layer of loose snow. Then ... slipping, sliding,
tumbling, he finally crashed into a tree 300 feet
below. Doug started down to help and ... he also
slides and tumbles, traveling 800 feet, but
fortunately he does not crash into anything
solid.
Mark has
probably broken his leg and wrist. Doug is
luckier, he is only bruised scratched. Shouting
back and forth, it is decided that Rick will go
for help and Doug will do what he can for Mark.
About 6 p.m.
RMRU was called by the Hemet station of the
Riverside County Sheriff's Department. Before the
night was over 17 RMRU members and three Hemet
Search & Rescue Team (HSAR) members were
involved.
As rescue team
members arrived at the Idyllwild sheriff's
office, a plan of action was drawn up. (After
talking to the informant, Rick Kierstead.) Part 1
- Kevin and Walt Walker (RMRU), Chuck Benson and
Steve Vaugh (HSAR) became the "bash
team", (first responders who give first aid,
access the situation and radio out for needed
equipment). Part 2 - The balance of the unit
members became the "sherpas", (members
who carry heavy packs and in this mission, they
were to also pull in the rescue toboggan).
At 8 p.m.
Chuck, Steve, Kevin and I left Humber Park and
started hiking. We quickly left the Devil's Slide
Trail and turned towards Tahquitz Ridge. In 10
more minutes we were in the western drainage
below Chinquapin Flat. Climbing up and away from
the stream, the snow became very hard and we
stopped and strapped crampons to our boots.
We had no
sooner done this when we heard voices. We first
thought, somehow Doug and Mark had worked their
way down. Hiking a little further on, we met
three young men. (See the following write-up.)
The four of us
continued hiking up the canyon. As the angle of
the slope increased, we were no longer hiking, we
had begun to climb. just about 10 p.m. we
received a response to one of our shouts. It was
Doug and Mark and we saw the dim glow of a
flashlight, far above us. It appeared to be about
300 feet below the ridge line.
With the pair
only a short distance below the ridge and the
fact that the group bringing up the rescue
toboggan was not very far up, it was decided to
have them descend. They turned around and left
the toboggan at base and started up the Devil's
Slide Trail to hike the Tahquitz Peak Trail over
to Chinquapin Flats.
The angle of
the slope was now about 30° and we had begun to find water ice
under about three inches of loose snow. At about
10:30 p.m. I was leading our group when ... the
world turned upside down. I had lost my footing,
tumbled downslope, crashed through a small Pine
tree, dropped off a three foot ledge, struck my
head and elbow, slid 50 feet in the ice axe
arrest position on water ice, and finally came to
a stop. In the process I had torn a pocket open
on my pack, broken the radio antenna and my
headlight and found that I had abraded my
forehead and elbow enough to bleed.
After I had
assured everyone I was o.k., the four of us
continued upward. We stopped and I roped up to
lead up a steep icy chute. Belayed, I started up
and in a short time I was chopping steps in the
ice. Then the world began to turn around and a
wave of nausea swept over me. I fought back the
urge to vomit and forced myself up another six
feet and swung my leg over a rock. I slumped down
onto it. I yelled down that I was not feeling
well and I would go up ten more feet to a tree
and tie the rope to it. Slowly and carefully I
chopped steps up to the tree and secured the rope
to it.
(Editor's
note: Walt's condition continued to deteriorate.
His conscious level dropped, he didn't know where
he was or what was going on, etc. He began to
shiver and complained of a severe headache. It
began to appear that he might have suffered a
head injury during the fall. At about 3 a.m. he
was placed into a sleeping bag. At base, Jim
Fairchild began to call for more manpower and
requested a helicopter for use in the morning.)
A little after
5 a.m. I woke up, found myself in a sleeping bag
and had a headache. Although I couldn't remember
getting into the sleeping bag, I sure could
recall why I had a headache. I radioed base and
was advised that a Hughes 500D from Western
Helicopters, in Rialto, was due in at 6:30 a.m.
When the
helicopter arrived it was put to use hauling two
loads of RMRU members and equipment to Chinquapin
Flats. They immediately started working there way
down towards Doug and Mark. The bird then put one
runner down, picked up Chuck and 1, then Steve
and Kevin in a second load. The helispot was one
of the more Interesting ones on the mountain.
Chuck and I
started down slope and watched as John Muratet
and Larry Roland set up a hand line over to the
victims. We clipped onto the rope and followed
over to the accident site.
While this was going on the group
that had gone up the Devil's Slide arrived along
with more helicopter loads of men and equipment.
They began to set up a rope system that would be
used to lower and then lift the rescue toboggan.
As Chuck and I
sprinted Mark, the toboggan was lowered, along
with Joe Erickson guiding it, 600 feet down to
us. A platform for the toboggan, just above Mark,
had previously been chopped out of the slope. A
stove had been started and warm liquids were
given to Mark and Doug.
Larry and Joe
helped Doug into a sit harness and then clipped
him onto the rope that had been used to lower the
toboggan. Using Jumars (mechanical ascenders) the
three of them went up the rope. (Doug was flown
out shortly after arriving at the top.)
With splinting
completed, Mark was lifted into the toboggan and
carefully secured into it. As Joe, Chuck and I
moved the toboggan into a vertical position, what
had been an irritating problem, turned into a
life threatening situation. Earlier, as the sun
rose, it had began to melt the ice clinging to
the trees above us. At first small pieces tumbled
down, then larger chunks and now, huge blocks of
ice came hurtling down at us.
As we tried to
protect Mark, Joe was struck in the wrist by a
large piece of ice. Shortly a block plowed into
my shoulder and knocked me off my feet. I had no
sooner gotten to my feet, when another barrage
hit us. This time Chuck was struck by a large
block, right in the lower
back area just
at kidney level. He was also knocked from his
feet and lay moaning on the snow. I dropped down
to him and asked how he was, obviously in pain,
he said he could continue. I shouted into my
radio microphone, "get us the hell out of
this shooting gallery".
Rick Pohlers
radioed back that they were just starting the
lifting process. With Joe and I on the front, of
the toboggan and Chuck at the rear, the lift
began. The team members at the top pulled and
struggled on the rope. The toboggan would go up
about 25 feet and stop. They would take another
bite with the mechanical advantage and 25 more
feet would go by. It takes a long time to go up
600 feet, 25 feet at a time!
It was noon when we completed the
raise and everyone was exhausted. However, our
job was not done yet. After fighting ice and
steep slopes, we now had to struggle through knee
deep soft snow, dragging the toboggan about a
quarter of a mile over to Chinquapin Flats.
Once there, we
loaded the toboggan into the back of the
helicopter. Brian Hixson climbed in the back
also, to keep an eye on Mark during the flight to
Camp Maranatha in Idyllwild. The Loma Linda
Hospital helicopter was waiting and Doug and Mark
were loaded into it and sent to the hospital.
A very tired
and weary group started coiling ropes and
collecting up equipment. The gear, along with
members, was flown out in a number of trips. Jim
and I were the last load out and it was 2 p.m. as
we climbed out of the bird.
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