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Search at June Lake
by Jim
Fairchild
Upon learning
there was a region-wide call for mountain rescue
man-power, Ray Hussey and the writer were soon
driving out to Moreno Valley to meet our
illustrious new team president, Kevin Walker. He
soon zoomed up in a red sports car and handed us
a radio. We zoomed northward into the setting sun
over a hot high desert.
We telephoned
the Sierra Madre SAR periodically to reaffirm the
mission was still "on." Darkness fell
and we continued on our way, not knowing anything
about the mission except that someone was
missing, and that we were to go to the June Lake
turnoff, a drive one way of about 325 miles. Our
progress along Highway 395 was about 75 mph, when
we were swiftly passed by a van from the Altadena
SAR Team. I got out of Ray's pick-up to check on
why we weren't moving, big surprise, we were
moving!!! Then I tried to get our radio out of
its bag, put on the antenna and microphone, turn
it on, and call Altadena before they sped out of
radio range. This brilliant plan was foiled by
the absence of a microphone.
Not too far
south of our destination Ray thought he saw the
Sierra Madre van heading south. This meant the
mission must have been secured quite recently.
Sure enough, at the command station at the
aforementioned turnoff we learned that the
missing male adult had been found. He had headed
exactly 180 degrees the opposite direction he
should have when returning from a climb of Mt.
Davis - just north of the famous Ritter-Banner
Massif.
Memories of
the excellent fare provided at "The Stove,
11 a quaint restaurant in Mammoth Lakes, impelled
us over there for supper. Also stirred were
memories of another northward dash that ended in
Lone Pine for supper, the subject of a rescue
having been saved moments before our arrival.
So, we headed
home, catching a few hours sleep near the cinder
dome at the turnoff to Fossil Falls.
Ah! But wait!
Even frustrating long drives have their rewards,
or, awards, even citations. Ray and I were
driving along the highway, both dozing, just
south of Inyokern when a vehicle behind I us
started flashing its headlights, then turned on a
nasty red light. You guessed it, your indomitable
rescue heroes were properly stopped, asked
"why," and written-up.
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