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Boy Scout Troop stuck in snow
By Rick
Pohlers
Real early
Sunday morning, I was awakened with an invitation
to go hiking. 'You gotta be kidding, I said,
'It's pouring out. What nerd got himself hung out
in this weather?'
A whole group
of Boy Scouts stuck in the snow near Cornell Peak
was the story. It's tough to leave a nice warm
bed so early in the morning to expose oneself to
such a cold, nasty, 'hike'. 'Who's in charge of
this outfit anyway?' I grumbled as I drove off to
the tram to meet the other grumpy, bleary eyed
fellow rescuers.
The little
troopies had started out in the marginal weather
Thursday, which got worse. By Saturday morning
they were up to their little eyeballs in nice,
soft, fluffy, white snow for which they were
woefully unprepared. In addition, on Saturday
afternoon they had strayed from the beaten path
and were somewhat lost in white, fuzzy world of
swirling snowflakes, (the flakes were not alone).
Realizing they
would soon be over their heads, two leaders
stumbled off into the flurry and eventually got
to the ranger station in Long Valley. With news
of their dire plight, ranger Rick Brown and a
fellow ranger set off with stoves and tents to
lead this little forelorned group out to warmth
and safety. However upon somehow finding the
group they found that it would take more than two
guys to get a cold, hungry, whimpering bunch of
troopies going. Since it was getting dark they
decided to keep them all from turning into
popsicles in the night, and call for
reinforcements in the morning. And that's where
we come in.
We got most of
this story at the Long Valley ranger station,
which was in radio contact with ranger Rick. He
needed snowshoes and help to get these guys on
the road again. The ranger people rounded up the
shoes for us, and off we went. Pete Carlson and
Bernie McIlvoy lead since this was in the area
that they frequently ski. Others included Walt
Walker, Randy Iwasiuk, Joe Erickson, Kevin
Walker, Larry Roland and yours truly. This was
our first Winter rescue and it was snowing
nicely. We were all pleased to be out in the
snow, and not in the rain as we had feared. It
did not take long to reach the group as they were
fairly close, but there was some searching and
navigating in the weather. Some folks get
confused with map and compass stuff, but we
eventually found them despite their confusion.
The camp was a
disaster area with packs, tents, boots, pants and
pathetic shivering scouts scattered everywhere.
They were supposed to be packed and ready to go
by the time we got there, but such was not the
case. Some you know whats
needed to be kicked to motivate these little
munchkins out of their cold stupor, and that's
what we did. Walt, 'Mr. Bad' (now that he has a
beard again), assigned us to pack gear, strap on
snowshoes and start herding scouts up a small
hill above their dismal camp. Bernie was surprisingly affective in
motivating scouts, and we were soon ready to go,
sort of. In my long experience with scouts, I
found that there is bound to be some whiners and
criers in every troop, and this was no exception.
We herded the group off downhill but didn't get
more than ten feet before we had a breakdown. Oh
boy, this is going to be a long hike out. Since
this was their first time out on snowshoes we
expected to go slow, but flopping down every ten
feet was ridiculous.
While the rest
of the mob trooped on, some of us hung back to
shepherd the wimpy ones. Pete was very patient
and encouraging, but eventually gave up and went
on ahead carrying the kids pack. I found a sharp
stick, and the little bugger' started to move
out, while Walt, Joe and Kevin half dragged one
down the hill.
We eventually
got them to the tram, which graciously provided
hot cocoa and donuts for all. We left them at the
bottom tram station to sort out their soaked
equipment. But they were lucky, they were still
alive, with no frostbite. In years past we have
gone after ill-prepared scout groups, and found
both. I wish scout leaders would take the scout
motto seriously, we do.
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