Missing 11 and 13 year old boys
When
I joined RMRU, I envisioned dozens of searchers
on bright, sunny days, supported by helicopters
and search dogs. Several weeks ago, my bubble
burst as I responded, just before midnight, to
the Piņon Flats CDF Fire Station to search for
missing 11 and 13 year old boys.
We
were greeted by a Sergeant of the Riverside
Sheriff's office and by a hospitable engineer
from CDF. The boys' father described what was
supposed to be a pleasant afternoon of pellet gun
shooting near the transmitters on Toro Peak. He
was quite surprised, he told me, when his sons
took off immediately down the trail instead of
waiting to unpack the guns. He was worried when
he hadn't heard a thing from them in about
forty-five minutes. Six hours later, after
scouring the area himself and with the help of
his nine year
old
daughter, he decided to make the long drive back
down the windy dirt road, to call for help.
While
Dona Halcrow remained at base camp to await
members from San Diego Mountain Rescue, Sierra
Madre SAR, China Lake Search and Rescue, and the
California Rescue Dog Association (CARDA), Ray
Hussey and I loaded our gear into a patrol car
for the ride to the "point last seen".
It
was very early in the morning when Ray and I
began to look for tracks around the trailhead. We
spent several hours covering about a quarter mile
of trail and calling out to the boys through the
RMRU loudhailer. Unable to get a description of
the boys' shoes, we proceeded to explore an area
which had been thoroughly trampled.
After
much puzzling and scratching of heads we returned
to the roadhead. Ray accompanied the deputy back
to base, where he planned strategy with Dick
Sales of the Sierra Madre team.
First
light found the radio abuzz with transmission
from CARDA. They were exploring the numerous
unmarked dirt roads near the PLS. There were four
CARDA members and three dogs. They had
interviewed the family, and acquired "scent
articles" collected by RMRU. Having never
worked with CARDA before, I was impressed by
their professionalism as they began searching.
Soon, they reported following an "air
scent", and a handler explained to me that
scent is like water, flowing downhill in the
morning when it is cold.
While
CARDA worked, I took my portable radio and the
loudhailer out on a prominent rock. Lo and
behold, after several shouts, we had faint voice
contact, and at 0745 hours CARDA member Susan
Williams bounded downhill after the voices.
Scratched,
cold and thirsty, our subjects reported that
they'd just gotten disoriented and spent the
previous afternoon trying to sort things out.
(Although they found water, they didn't drink for
fear it was contaminated.)
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