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| View of the San Francisco Peaks from Wapatki National Monument |
The first call-out happened not long after I'd gone to bed. It was sleeting, and the roads were icy. Earlier that evening, I'd been reading online about lots of accidents in the area, and I knew my car was not adequate for driving in those conditions. So, I decided to stay home. That's never an easy decision for me.
At 5:45 the next morning, another call-out came through for a second operational period. The missing person hadn't been located during the hasty search overnight. Knowing I really didn't want to miss another call, my boyfriend kindly offered to drive me to the SAR building in his truck. Good thing because the roads were still very icy.
As I was getting ready for this winter weather mission, my phone rang again. It was our K9 handler, Cindy, asking if I'd be her backer as I've done a number of times now. I didn't hesitate. I really enjoy working with Cindy and her dogs. We'd meet at the SAR building and head out to the search area as quickly as possible, before the rest of the team, to get a head start so the dogs could do some searching before there were additional humans and their scents in the area.
When I'm backing the K9 team, I'm responsible for navigation and radio communication while I help Cindy keep an eye on the dogs (she often uses all three of her current search dogs at the same time) and do my own searching, too.
I also help Cindy decide the best way to search our assigned area. Sometimes, the Incident Commander asks us what we think the best area and search strategy would be, so we put our heads together and hash out ideas, taking into account wind direction (related to the dogs' ability to scent a subject), terrain, and what we know about the missing person's actions and the point last seen (PLS).
In this case, we were searching for a missing woodcutter. He'd disappeared around 4:30 p.m. the day before, walking away from his two companions during very cold and windy conditions. It had gotten even colder with precipitation overnight. The other two men, who hadn't seen their friend's direction of travel when he wandered away, stayed in the area for a while, searching, then left and called for assistance.
So, we knew basically where to begin—the general area along a Forest Service road on BLM land, just outside of Wapatki National Monument—but not a specific point. No footprints had been found by trackers during the overnight hasty search, so we still had no direction of travel. The area is mostly cinder-covered with lots of pinon pine and juniper (much more than what's shown in the photo above). Cindy and I noted that our own footprints were very clear in the cinders, so we knew that the subject's would be as well.
Cindy tested the wind direction with her little bottle of baby powder. She does this frequently as we search with the dogs, since wind direction can change quickly. We also discussed where to search and what to use as boundaries in this very open area. We noted power lines both on the map and in the field, along with two-track roads we could use. We would also use random GPS coordinates to create the area for our grid search.
At this point, given what we knew, we agreed that walking tight grids would be best, in case the subject were unresponsive (i.e., due to hypothermia or worse).
As we were getting our packs together and putting the harnesses with GPSes on the dogs, word came over the radio that the missing subject had just called a family member on his cellphone, saying he was very cold and trying to walk toward Wapatki Road. He was alive! Unfortunately, the phone call was dropped and no further contact had been made. Cell service was very sketchy out there, and I had none at all.
Wapatki Road surrounds the area in a big loop. So, the subject could have been walking in any direction toward this "catch feature." And we still had no idea where he was, so his distance from the road could potentially have been a very long way. But now that we knew he was alive and moving, Cindy and I agreed to make our grid passes with the dogs much wider.
Based on wind direction and given the area the DPS helicopter had been flying over as we'd been en route and getting ready, we decided on the area we'd search. We got moving at a pretty good clip, the dogs running and weaving, working excitedly. Cindy and I called and whistled for the subject as we watched the dogs for any sign they were working scent.
I glanced at my GPS now and then, to make sure we were making relatively parallel grids, letting Cindy know if she should angle a bit more to the left or right. I stayed a bit behind her and several paces to her side, keeping downwind of the dogs so my scent wouldn't interfere. I also let Cindy know when it was time to turn around for the next pass.
After about two hours of searching in long, wide grids and yelling and whistling, I called in to base. We'd not heard any radio traffic for a long while. Had any additional contact been made with the subject? Were the other searchers in the area yet?
As a matter of fact, the reply was: "The subject has been located. You can return to base."
It was a lengthy walk from our current location back to our vehicle, and I now noticed how tired I was from walking on cinders. (I don't notice fatigue as much when I'm actually searching.) The dogs, though, were still full of energy and still searching for human scent on the way back. To them, it's all a fun game.
When we met back up with IC, we learned that the subject had been found along a Forest Service road (not the paved Wapatki Road) a good distance away from the area we'd been searching and in a direction the dogs could not have detected his scent on the wind. Still, we felt we'd done the best we could and made a good strategy decision based on what we'd known, which wasn't much, when we'd begun searching. Cindy and I were glad we'd had a chance to work together again.
