The Boy Who Ran

I returned from the SAR conference on Sunday, April 20, tired but excited about all that I'd learned, both the new skills and others that were reinforced. And now, less than 12 hours later, I have a chance to put some of those skills to use.

At 0300, my pager sang its little song. As usual, I went from sleeping to vertical in a split second, pulling on my fleece-lined tights, hiking shoes, thermal top, fleece jacket, and winter coat. Minutes later, I was driving across town to the SAR building. It may be spring, and the days are often in the sixties now, but nights are still sub-freezing. In this arid climate, the difference between night and daytime temperatures is often as much as 60 degrees. So, what you might wear in mid-afternoon would be very inadequate at night and in the early morning hours.

The 17-year-old boy we're now looking for was under-dressed for the conditions when he and a friend took off running at 10:00 last night, as a Sheriff's deputy approached to check out their vehicle. The boys had parked along a Forest Service road in an unusual spot, the deputy said, and he drove up without flashing light to investigate. Before he'd stopped his patrol car, the two teenagers emerged from the vehicle and ran into the forest. The deputy did not pursue them.

Soon, the young driver returned to the car. He was the registered owner. But his friend, for whom he gave a false name to the deputy, did not come back. Instead, he disappeared into the cold night wearing just shorts, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes.

Jay (name changed), the person we're searching for, is not from or familiar with this area, where he's visiting his aunt and uncle who live south of Flagstaff in Mountainaire. The deputy told us he found a bong and marijuana grinder on the ground not far from the car, and the one boy-driver who returned admitted they'd been smoking pot and some other drug, too. Jay is currently on probation, which has a lot to do with why he ran when he saw the deputy's car.

The deputy released the driver, who then went to Jay's aunt and uncle's house. At about 2 a.m., he decided to wake them and tell them what had happened. As I understand it, they then called the Sheriff, and that's how the deputy found out who it is that's missing, since the friend had given him the false name earlier. The original deputy and others who were called to assist have been searching for Jay since soon after he disappeared, patrolling roads and walking the immediate area near where the teenagers had parked. It is now 4:30 a.m., and three of us volunteers and Cassie, our K-9 assistant, have arrived to help.

Cassie smells the scent article, a pair of Jay's jeans provided by his uncle, and is off like a shot with her handler, Al, in tow at the end of her 30-foot lead and myself and Scott close behind. At first, Cassie is definitely on scent as we depart from where the boys ran off. She heads toward a concrete tunnel under the highway, filled with a foot of standing water, then north along the barbed wire fence just below I-17. Al and I hear the occasional semi truck pass by on the highway above as we follow Cassie, searching for clues and prints as we go while keeping up with the dog.

Soon, Cassie begins casting side-to-side; she's unsure of the track now and easily distracted, not to mention clearly frustrated. The strong winds have dispersed the scent and made it difficult for her pick up. Eventually, she's lost the track altogether, and we return to the beginning to give it another try.

And Cassie goes right back to the tunnel. However, instead of passing it by this time, she gets very excited and wants to go into the standing water and under the highway. But Al holds her back, and we look through the tunnel as we did before. Still don't see anything. It's daylight now, but we shine our lights in the murkiness, just to be sure.

From above the tunnel, I look down at the water at the entrance and see no disturbance in the mud or rocks. We decide to climb the steep bank, carefully cross the divided highway, and check the other side.

We know the deputy had called for backups when the boys ran off, and some had arrived up on I-17, above the tunnel, just minutes later. As Al, Cassie, and I reach the pavement, we see the deputies' footprints along the side of the highway. None were made by sneakers, of that we're sure, but there's not much chance that Jay went up and over with the flashing blue lights visible from below. Cassie appears to confirm that as we climb the embankment. She doesn't pick up on anything.

On the other side of the highway, there's no disturbance in the algae on the standing water as it emerges from the tunnel, and Cassie isn't detecting anything with her nose. Al takes her in a big circle, checking. Nothing. As the DPS helicopter also circles, we decide that Jay did not cross the highway, at least not here, and we return to the other side. There's much more traffic now, so crossing is trickier.

Jay's mother and stepfather have arrived, as well as the aunt and uncle, so quite a few people are standing around. Another SAR call-out eventually produces four more volunteers, and we give them a rundown of what we know and what we've done so far. Cassie is now in the truck--—a ground-scent dog is not going to be effective on this search, since the wind has made it impossible for her to follow the track—and we'll continue the search without her. She did the best she could.

Now we split up. Scott drives one of the SAR vehicles, while Dave and Howard go up to the highway and soon are following some prints along the edge of the road, heading south. We don't know what type of sneakers Jay is wearing, so we can't be sure if we're seeing his tracks. Val, Oly, and I walk north, paralleling the Forest Service road as we search the woods and open areas between the trees and I-17. I show them where Cassie had stopped earlier on her first attempt, having lost any scent at that point, and we continue in that direction.

And, as it turns out, the three of us are going the right way. We hear on our radios that a deputy has located Jay near Flagstaff's airport, not all that far from our current location. He doesn't say "Code 4," but I'm assuming the boy is okay for lack of any other information. All SAR volunteers start heading back to base.

As we slowly drive away to return to the SAR building, we see Jay get out of a patrol car and approach his waiting family, which now includes his father. We know his father works for the Department of Corrections in a different city, because he'd offered to have more dogs from his department—the kind that air-scent, which is what we would have needed to have any chance in this wind. We also know Jay lives with his mother and stepfather. As we drive past them, we see a tall, red-faced boy who looks like he's angry and on the verge of tears jump back as his father lunges at him. A deputy grabs the father before he can strike Jay, and we drive off, leaving the family drama behind. The boy may have gotten himself into trouble again, but at this moment, I can't help but feel bad for him. Dad could have started off with a hug.

Training

Practice, practice, practice. I hear it all the time from SAR instructors, and it's so true. We learn skills in training, and they often seem clear at the time, but it's like most things: You don't use it, you lose it. Sometimes there's a stretch between missions, and not all missions require all skills, so you can get rusty. As for me, if I don't start practicing right after learning a skill in class, I don't really get it down to begin with.

Over the past few weeks, I've taken part in the following trainings:

• Truck and trailer training (10 hours)
• Navigation Refresher Field Day (8 hours)
• GPS (8 hours: four in the classroom, four in the field)
• UTV (utility terrain vehicle) training
• Venomous Insects and Animals of Arizona
• Tracking (4 hours)
• Patient Packaging (3 hours)

Some of these skills I'd learned before, like GPS, map and compass, and tracking, but others were completely new to me. Before the trailer training on April 5th, I'd never maneuvered a trailer backwards in my life (and I'd towed one forwards only once). Honestly, it was intimidating trying to maneuver through the cones in reverse with a dozen guys watching, most of whom had plenty of experience at this. In fact, almost all them went through those obstacle courses with huge horse trailers without knocking over a single cone, while I used the smaller ATV trailer that we take on many of our missions. I definitely bruised a few cones in the process and would have killed some had the instructor not stopped me in the nick of time.

Although the instructor told me it can actually be easier to maneuver the larger trailer on a goose-neck hitch than the smaller trailer hitched to the back of the vehicle, which is more sensitive to every little move of the steering wheel, I figured I would rarely, if ever, have occasion to tow a horse trailer. The ATV trailers, however, are called for frequently, so I might as well learn the harder way. All I can say is, that skill is going to take me a LOT of practice to master.

At the end of the day, the instructor said he'd recommend that I be allowed to drive with the trailer as long as someone with experience is riding with me. Sounds good to me; I'll never have a chance to practice if I don't actually take the wheel on missions. They say to go slow. Ha! They'll be telling ME to hurry up!

When it comes to GPS, many people are what are called "out-of-the-box users." They buy the gadget, take it out of the box, and go on an outing without first learning how to use the thing. Also, many people rely on a GPS but have no map or compass with them—or map and compass skills, for that matter. But a GPS is an electronic device, right? Si it can fail. It can drop and break. It can run out of batteries when you have no replacements. Sometimes, it doesn't work at all in certain areas because it's can't access enough satellites. So it's really important to have map and compass skills too, not to mention alternative navigation in case your GPS decides to give up the ghost.

Many GPS owners know how to mark the location of their vehicle and then, later, use that recorded landmark as a "go to" to return to where they started. That's all well and good, but it's only one of many functions of a GPS and certainly not enough for SAR missions.

For example, a GPS can be used to mark coordinates of footprints and other clues, determine areas that have already been searched, convert from one coordinate system and map datum to another (i.e., when communicating with the DPS helicopter using lat/long and WGS84 map datum versus the UTM coordinate system and NAD27 Conus datum we often use on the ground in SAR), give Incident Command the location of the subject when that person is found, and so on. We use our GPSs on just about every mission, though we always have our maps and compasses, as well.

Some of the training sessions I attended over the past couple of weeks were held at the annual three-day Search & Rescue Conference in Heber, AZ. In attendance were SAR volunteers and coordinators from teams all over the state, as well as a few from other states. Classes were given for ground-pounders like me and for mounted and K-9 units, with multiple concurrent classes to choose from.

In addition to those I attended, classes included Lost Person Behavior, Basic and Advanced ATV, Alzheimer's and Dementia Subject Behavior, Personal Locator Beacons, Map and Compass, Wilderness First Aid, Introduction to Technical Ground Support, and so forth. It was a fantastic, albeit tiring, weekend, packed with learning.

And I'm now really noticing the improvement in my abilities and confidence, especially with the skills I've learned and had occasion to put to use multiple times now. It feels great feeling.