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Woman struck by rock fall
By Kevin
Walker
Rock fall, we
all know about most of us have seen, and some of
us have been struck by it. It touched home on
this particular day. We received a call for a
rescue on Tahquitz Rock. The initial report to
the Sheriff from bystanders at Humber Park was
that a large amount of rock fall was seen and
heard, followed by calls for help on the rock.
Enroute to
Humber Park I wondered what we would be required
to do. Would there be many injured, would there
be fatalities. Traffic was in my favor and soon I
was at Humber Park. There, emotions ran high.
Stories of what happened varied, location of the
rock fall also varied greatly. A climber who had
been at the base of the rock, hiked back out to
Humber. He stated that after the rocks stopped
and dust settled he made voice contact with
climbers in the fall line. They yelled down that
a young woman was struck by a rock weighing in
excess of 600 pounds, and was fatally injured by
it. No other injuries were reported.
It was now about 6:30 p.m. Because
of fading daylight it was decided we needed. the
help of a helicopter and one particular pilot,
Don Landells. Don was involved in a rescue in the
Palm Springs area but would be able to break away
to help us.
We moved down
to Camp Maranatha and quickly prepared ourselves.
Don would only be able to stay a short time, so
we needed to make the few flights in count. First
load, Mike Daugherty and Walt Walker. Two; Glenn
Henderson and myself. Three; Jim Fairchild and
Rick Pohlers. With low fuel Don finished the
third load and left for Palm Springs to refuel
and complete the operation he was involved with.
Being the most familiar with the Sahara Terror,
Mike was lowered down the route. For the most
part, the route is a series of large crack
systems. Along the way he passed where the
original boulder was dislodged by the lead
climber. With approximately 275 feet of rope out
Mike arrived at the ledge. After radioing up to
hold tension on the line, there was a brief
silence and then the message to secure the rope
and send me down with the necessary equipment for
a body evacuation. Not much was said as people
went about their tasks. With gear loaded, I
clipped in and began the long rappel as the light
of day Began to fade to darkness. I arrived at
the ledge and found Mike waiting for me. On the
small ledge, about a foot to two feet in width,
off to one side lay the body of 23 year old
Kimberly Eittreim. Evacuations are never
enjoyable and are quite often sad. In this case
it was worse, and was therefore quite emotional
for me. The small ledge offered little protection
from rock fall, and I am sure Kimberly had no
time to react when the large rock was dislodged,
fell and struck her right shoulder, pulling the
arm from its socket and also amputating the right
hand. The rock struck her cleanly leaving no
other obvious injuries to her body. But by the
amount of blood down the face of the rock, it was
quite obvious that Kimberly bled to death in
seconds.
For some
reason there had been a large amount of rock fall
in this area all day according to climbers who
were on the rock or in Humber, and because we
felt that the danger still existed, we opted for
a plan that we had only talked about in the past
for Tahquitz Rock. I will explain. It was now
after 9:00 p.m. and quite dark. Distance and
depth changed. The rock seemed so much larger
now, with Humber Park being that of small lights
of cars driving far below us. Mike and I had
placed Kimberly's body into a body bag and then
into the aircraft cargo net. Once secured, we
took our places and waited for what was only a
short time but seemed longer as emotion ran high.
Soon we heard the sound of the Bell jet Ranger
III. With the helicopter head set on I radioed to
Don, he approached us slowly as I talked to him
and Mike used red tipped flashlights to help with
artificial horizon. This was only a practice run
but very important. As Don flew down to base to
have RMRU's 80 foot cargo rope attached, I
thought of what it is like to fly in the
mountains during darkness. I have only been on
board several times but could vividly remember
how strange it was to have no lights below or in
front of you. Soon Don returned, and it was time
to do my job. Again Don ever so slowly approached
the rock. With a small light taped to the end of
the cargo rope for my reference I called out
instructions to the pilot above. Because of poor
rotor clearance Don had to back away. Because of
the shape of the rock Don told me that he thought
we could do it from a slightly different angle.
This time Don was able to come in tighter to the
face, but again we had a problem. Because of the
rotor wash against the rock, the weighted rope
was being pushed by air away from the face. I
relayed this to Don, and with a smooth movement
he started a small oscillation in the rope, and
in doing so Mike was able to take hold of the
rope, secure it to the cargo net, and then with
the transmission of "hooked UP, clear to
back away," Don applied more power and
slowly moved back out from the rock.
With sighs of relief, we gathered
our gear and started jumaring back up the rope to
the top of the climbing route. Once up systems
were broken down, gear loaded back into packs,
and then the short climb back to the summit of
the rock. There, Don came back three more times
to the tight helispot, but of course this time it
was dark. But soon we were all back at base. I
would like to just say to the following: Don,
thank you for helping us with a very difficult
operation. I speak for all of us in saying it
would not have been as safely done without you
(thumbs up) there. To my closest friends who make
up RMRU, thanks for being there at the top, and
also to those who anxiously waited and listened
at base. I have been there too and it is not a
nice position to be in. To the sustaining
members, for helping us have the best equipment
possible, thank you. And finally to the family
and friends of Kimberly Eittreim, our deepest
sympathy for the loss of a loved one. As you can
see this is a mission that I will not forget for
many obvious reasons.
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