Man slid 250, fractured ankle
By Hal Fulkman
As Lloyd Allen
stopped his accent just short of Powder Box
Spring the disappointing fact was all too clear,
"This snow just isn't going to get any
better." Disappointing because all the way
up the Devils Slide Lloyd was hoping that
once on top the snow might be good enough for
some cross country skiing.
Earlier that
morning as Lloyd started out he mentioned to his
wife his plans to ski over Saddle Junction and
around Skunk Cabbage Meadow and be back home by
dusk. The weather outlook was not good, and he
was going alone, but the fact that he was
experienced and was not going too far seemed to
outweigh any problems that might come up.
And now as
Lloyd is standing just a few switch backs from
the saddle, he decides that the snow is just too
hard to ski safely. At this point that
uncalculated thing happens that causes a chain of
events that will bring Lloyd to the brink of his
very survival. As Lloyd was turning around he
lost his footing and slipped off the trail. In
seconds his body is building up incredible speed
over the hard snow. After about 250 feet, Lloyd
crashed into a partially buried tree limb and
came to a sudden halt. The feeling of "glad
to be alive" was short lived by the intense
pain coming from his badly fractured ankle.
Many problems
faced Lloyd at this time. Problems that very
easily could seem insurmountable. A fractured
ankle, lying on a narrow ledge with several
hundred more feet to fall, no way back up, at
least nine hours before his wife would even begin
to worry, and bad weather on the way. Enough
problems to have caused a deep depression and
hopelessness that has brought a tragic end to
many victims of mountaineering accidents. Lloyd
had an immediate choice to make, a choice I feel
is a key note in survival, and that choice is
attitude. A choice of succumbing to the
hopelessness or a choice of confidence in
ability, experience, intestinal fortitude, and
spiritual fortitude, a survivalist." A
choice of positive mountaineering attitude.
Lloyd, after
putting together everything that had happened to
him, made all his decisions in the next five
minutes. Every one was positive and aimed at
surviving. He made his ledge wider and secured
himself. He positioned his body so he could look
back in the directions of the trail, put as much
gear between him and the snow as he could, and
made a make-shift splint for his ankle. He knew
that after his wife reported him overdue that
RMRU would be activated and out searching for him
and for that reason trying to move was out of the
question. Lloyd also realized that hypothermia
would soon render him unable to make rational
decisions so he programmed himself not to change
his mind on those things he had already decided
to do. The next thing was to wait.
2015 hours
Wednesday evening at our regular rescue meeting,
members of RMRU were discussing the many rescues
we had from the San Jacinto flood earlier that
week. Our discussion was interrupted by the
Sheriff dispatcher's voice over our pagers. It
was a search for an overdue cross country skier.
A type of operation that was becoming more and
more frequent with the popularity the sport was
generating mixed with a season of hard snow and
ice our mountains were experiencing. The
rendezvous was the Sheriff's office in Idyllwild
and by 2215 most of the team had assembled, and
were receiving assignments while the operations
leader was questioning the missing person's wife,
Mrs. Lloyd Allen, as to the itinerary of Lloyd's
outing. She informed us that Lloyd was supposed
to hike up the Devil's Slide Trail and ski the
back country. She said he was supposed to ski the
Skunk Cabbage area but he might get as far as
Tahquitz Valley. She also said that he sometimes
liked to do the scenic trail because it was
closer. This description of where Lloyd might
have gone was a little disturbing because from
the trail head at Humber Park the two routes were
in opposite directions. The rescue van was moved
to Humber Park and by 2300 two teams were moving
up the Devil's Slide while one team was sent down
the scenic trail. The first team up the Devil's
Slide was a two man team and was about 15 minutes
ahead of the second four man team. The weather
had closed in to the high country earlier that
evening and it had been raining already for about
three hours. The conditions couldn't have been
worse. An icy cold rain with gusty winds made the
going miserable and caused great concern for
Lloyd's safety. At 0145 Pete Carlson and Dave
Ezell, the men in the first team, radioed back to
base that they had made voice contact with Lloyd
and were trying to locate his position. Ten
minutes later they were with him. Pete reported
Lloyd was about 250 feet off the trail and was
injured. I was team leader of the second group;
and as soon as we heard the message, I sent Chris
Noon and Joe Erickson back down the trail to
assist in bringing up the litter and the
technical gear. Craig Beasley and myself
proceeded to Lloyd's position.
When we got to
them Pete had gotten Lloyd into a sleeping bag
and had some soup on the stove. After several
cups, Lloyd told us about his almost getting to
the top and then deciding to turn around and in
the process losing his footing and falling. The
tree limb that finally stopped him formed an arch
as it protruded out of the snow.
The rain had
turned to icy snow and everything was soaking
wet. The wind was still blowing hard and all of
us were beginning to suffer from the cold.
After what
always seems a lifetime the men above had gotten
the haul line ready and with Lloyd in the litter,
we started the 250 foot raise to the trail. Even
with four men on the litter and several on the
haul line, the raise was very strenuous, but
steady. By the time we reached the trail it was
light enough to see well, and even though it was
still storming the fact that the long cold night
was over brought a degree of renewal to all of
us.
It was now a
matter of bringing Lloyd down the mountain as
comfortably as possible when we met by fire
department personnel about a mile down the
mountain with fresh man power. We were able to
move faster to the waiting ambulance at Humber
Park. Altogether, Lloyd had been from the time of
his accident, 26 hours in the back country with
serious injuries and in bad weather. A tribute to
Lloyd's attitude about survival and RMRU's rescue
expertise.
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