Missing Boy Scout
By Larry Roland
"Larry,
wake up!"
"Huh?"
"Wake
up."
'What time is
it?"
"You're
wanted on the phone."
"It's
midnight. Must be Al Andrews." Did you ever
wonder why the majority of missions start about
midnight?
"Hello,
Al."
"Hi
Larry, we got a lost Boy Scout in Little Round
Valley. We need manpower, can you go?"
"Sure Al.
I'm on my way."
Several
minutes later I'm packed and enroute to the
Idyllwild substation. "What's a Boy Scout
doing out this time of night? It's probably past
his bedtime," I thought as I wheeled in at
1:30 am. Four others were there ahead of me,
Fairchild as operations leader, Pete Carlson, Tom
Aldrich and John Muratet. I quickly read the
situation dosier and tried to think of a way to
get some sleep.
Sheldon
Halper, age 14, was last seen at 5:30 pm in
Little Round Valley after being separated from
his group on the Wellman's Divide trail to San
Jacinto Peak, 10,804 feet. He became tired and
said he would sit and wait for the rest to climb
on up and return. When they returned, all that
remained were his 10 essentials. He was gone,
taking only his canteen.
"Looks
like well have two teams of two, one on the
Fuller Ridge Trail, the other on Marion
Mountain," said Fairchild.
'Larry and III
go up the Marion Mt. Trail" Pete
volunteered. The slim hope of a little more rest
suddenly disappeared completely.
The Sheriff
drove us to the trailhead and we had nothing to
do but put our packs on and start hiking We
quickly warmed to the occasion! Although the
Marion Mt. Trail is the shortest trail up the
mountain (5 miles) it is also the steepest, 4,240
foot elevation gain. I rationalized that we'd
just be working harder for a shorter period of
time. Three hours. Later, 5:30 am we were in
Little Round stirring the Rangers up to try and
find out what was going on.
The Rangers,
Art and Dave, were truly a congenial group for
being wakened at such an hour on a Sunday
morning. They even obliged us with hot water and
offered a quick breakfast which Pete and I
greatly appreciated after meager rations of jelly
beans and dried prunes all night. We made a
reconnaissance of the other campers in the area
(we woke them all up except for a couple of
scouts who couldn't help it anyway) to gather as
much information as possible.
One of the
groups of scouts said they saw him about 5:30 pm
wearing a red plaid shirt and carrying his
plastic Sparkletts bottle canteen by a rope
around the handle. We said that was our man and
thanked them. Sherlock Holmes couldn't have done
better. We went back to the Rangers, finished
breakfast and headed for the peak. We had learned
in our sleuthing that the subject was headed back
up the trail to rejoin his party. Sure enough, as
we hit the trail above camp his prints were right
on top. A blind man could have tracked him.
We radioed
base via Sierra Madre on Mt. Wilson and informed
them that the subject was headed up the trail and
not down as previously thought and that other
teams should be deployed on the north side of the
mountain in the Tamarack/Round Valley Region or
Wellman Divide Area. The Air Force helicopter had
just arrived and was preparing to fly the troops
in. Forty minutes from Little Round we were on
the summit of San Jacinto. Just then the subject
walked out to Round Valley and turned himself in
to the Ranger. The mission was secured.
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