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Showing posts with label Mountain Rescue. Show all posts

A Busy Memorial Day Weekend for Search and Rescue

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The San Francisco Peaks / Wikipedia -- CC It was a bright, sunny day in Flagstaff, but I was nervous about going up that mountain I'...

Remember the Telephone Game?

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Sometimes search and rescue is a little like that game I played at camp when I was a kid. Someone would start out with a couple of sentences...

Two for the SAR Dogs: A Night Search on the San Francisco Peaks

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Two very dehydrated hikers were lost with no lights and no other gear and separated from each other. One of them had a cellphone and, luckil...

More Lost Hikers Rescued on the Peaks

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Last month, there were two groups of lost hikers on the San Francisco peaks, two nights in a row. The first group was very hypothermic when ...

Buried Alive on Purpose (Me, That Is)

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I suppose if you have to get buried alive, it's best if it's done by fellow SAR members who will also dig you out. When my cell ph...

What a Strange Mission

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Things changing on a dime during a SAR mission isn't anything unusual; situations are often dynamic, and we're accustomed to alterin...

What a Workout! A Patient Carry on the Peaks

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She looked up at me from the Stokes litter, her eyes, nose, and mouth lined with dried blood, her upper lip, deeply split. She'd need so...

He Tweeted While He Waited

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Kinda funny. Today on Twitter, when I mentioned that I'd been up most of last night on Mt. Humphreys on a SAR call-out, one of my follow...

Up and Down the Mountain... and Up and Down... and Up and Down

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 "What did he say?" I asked the paramedic sitting next to me, loudly enough to be heard above the UTV's noisy engine. With tha...

11 Hours Of Sleep And I'm Back On Track

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Eleven hours. That's what it took to make me feel human again. I've been running on fumes lately. First, it was the 3 a.m. page on S...

Drunk on Devil's Head

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So I think there's a bit of a pattern emerging here. I tell you how unusually quiet it's been for a while, then beep, beep, beep ! ...

A Search for Moving Targets

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We were sitting in a coffee shop again, my husband and I, when my pager went off. That's a common pastime for us on Sunday afternoons, ...

Two SAR in One Day, Take Two

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First, there was the suspicious rental car and empty baby carriage left at the Midgley Bridge parking lot. At 3 a.m. on Sunday, Sergeant D ...

Carrying a Man off Mt. Humphreys

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Two days later, my arms are still sore — but in a good way. I feel like I did something and actually helped, compared to the rescue on Mt. ...

An All-Nighter on Kendrick Peak

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I haven't slept for 36 hours, so if I sound loopy, that's my excuse. I was just drifting off to sleep last night when my pager jerke...

A Rescue on Mt. Elden

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"What do you think?" I asked Liz. "Should I do it?" I was standing at the base of a huge boulder, looking up. If I did ...

Searching Out of Bounds

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Ah, the lure of fresh powder. If you're a skier or snowboarder—which I'm not—you can probably relate. It must be so tempting to get ...