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Plane crash located, search for bodies
By Kevin
Walker
Once again we
would hope. We would hope to find survivors, At a
little after 8:00 PM Thursday, RMRU member Walt
Walker received a call from Capt. Ray Canova of
the Sheriff's Department. He told Walt that there
was an ELT (Emergency Locator Transmitter) signal
emitting from the mountains Northwest of Banning.
A CAP (Civil Air Patrol) member was driving
through the Banning Pass in the early evening and
picked up the 121.5 Emergency signal. The CAP
reported the signal to Scott Air Force, Base who
handles all CAP operate and they also reported it
to the Sheriffs' Department who then called RMRU.
The team was
activated and met at the North end of Highland
Springs Road. While waiting for the Riverside
members to arrive, John Dew his son Roy and
myself in my jeep followed Sgt. Pete Kiyasu in
the Sheriffs four wheel drive. With Pete
were new members Glenn Henderson and Bruce
Gahagan. Also in the caravan were two teams from
the CAP . We drove along the base of the Banning
foothills taking readings with our ELT locators,
As we slowly moved West the signal became
stronger. Back at base camp work was being done
to see if there had been an aircraft reported
overdue, with no results. Also to make matters
worse we were searching in a bitter cold fog.
Base contacted me and told me that there were
more members present and waiting for assignments.
Walt wanted me to return and try and mark on the
map what we had searched and the bearings we had
taken with the locators. So stopped and took one
last bearing before returning to base. But this
time the signal was quite strong and it seemed
that we were beginning to move around to the west
of the ELT. John and I felt very strongly that we
were close, so I assigned Bruce and Glenn to
John, and they started in followed by a group
from the CAP. Sgt. Kiyasu, Roy and myself
returned to Base. After giving a general location
to Walt, we decided to put two more hiking teams
in at another road headed to the North, Again, we
loaded up the vehicles and drove into another
4-wheeler road. As we neared the end, and reached
the trail head, John radioed to base that they
had found where something had struck the ridge
they were now on, and that they were beginning to
find small pieces of aircraft parts. John's team
was close, very close ' As they continued, we
started in. Because of the dense fog it was
difficult to navigate. We had been hiking for
only a short time when John reported to base that
they and the CAP had located the main wreck,
covered with a thin layer of snow, of what was
once a Beach Baron, a twin engine aircraft. They
searched the area for some time but could find no
survivors. We found there location just as John
reached the ridge where we were standing. John
reported that since the wreckage was so badly
destroyed who ever was in the plane had to either
have been thrown out or crushed under the
wreckage. With that we slowly hiked out for a
quick meal and a couple of hours of sleep.
At first light
(5:30) Friday morning Don Landells arrived in
40MC (four-zero-Mike-Charlie) to assist in
locating the crash victims. The first load in was
Walt, Rick and myself with the brush cutting and
aircraft extraction tools. Don let us off on the
ridge across from the wreckage. While Don flew
out for more members we cut brush and improved
the helispot, As more members were flown in we
moved around and then down the ridge to where the
craft rested. What apparently had happened was
that the twin struck a first ridge anywhere from
140 to 180 miles per hour, and then went another
400 feet dropping small pieces of debris until it
struck the side of a second ridge, approximately
50 feet from the top. Being daylight now we
expected to find the bodies quickly, somewhere
near the main wreckage. Upon reaching the craft
though, we found nothing, There were however,
four seats. Two near the plane, and two actually
in the wreckage. This was strange because there
was no sign that anyone had been sitting in them.
The coroner
was flown in and thought it was strange also that
there was no sign of anyone. Normally, around a
crash site things can get pretty messy, but
nothing. There was some thought that maybe the
bodies could be underneath the plane. But before
we could try to move the craft, we would have to
wait until the NTSB (National Transportation
Safety Board) personnel arrived. While waiting we
started doing line searches from where the plane
first struck the ridge to final resting point.
Don assisted from the air searching the areas
that were to steep to try and walk. All that was
found was small bits of debris, extra clothing
and lots of papers.
When the NTSB
personnel arrived, we were hopeful that we could
resolve the search. After getting all the
necessary photos, we were given the OK to move
the wreck. After tying a sling to what was left
of a wing, we had Don come in. With the cargo
rope hooked up to our sling, Don applied power
and started to pull up and back. It took just
about all of the powerful helicopter's force to
move it, but it was enough to tip the plane back,
so that we could see underneath. But again,
nothing. Don had to fly to Blythe, so he was
cleared. One of the other pilots, Mike Donovan
was enroute to replace Don however, so that if
need arose, he would be there.
We were all
quite baffled as to what could have happened,
when one of the NTSB men came up and said that
the four seats that were at the crash site were
passenger seats, and that this particular plane
was a six-seater and not a four. So we decided to
do another sweep from the ridge. About twelve of
us lined up, and started down to the wash below
and then up to and past the crash site. Still
nothing, so we continued on over the ridge and
down the other side. As we started up the side of
the third ridge, nearly 450 feet from the crash,
Rick made a grim discovery. Within about 20 feet
of each other were the bodies of two men, still
strapped to their seats. With that, Mike flew in
the body bags and the cargo net, and with the
coroners O.K., the bodies were placed in the bags
and then in the cargo net. Mike was called back
in for a cargo pick up. Joe Erickson guided the
chopper in with hand signals, and once in
position, Walt hooked the line up to the cargo
hook on the bottom of the bird. And with a thumbs
up signal from Joe, Mike pulled up and away.
Our job was
done. As we were walking out, one could not help
but wonder why it happened. To imagine their
terror upon first striking the ridge. And of
course the loss that would be felt by family and
friends. Why?
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