Big weekend on the SAR front. Headed out on Saturday for an overnight training at Glen Cove, attempting to get four season certified for winter Peak missions and blizzard stuff out east. My pack weighed in at a svelte 48 pounds.
On the drive up the highway, we received an actual call from a hiker who was lost around treeline. So we headed up to the summit and started down to get him. The caretaker at Barr Camp got to this guy first and started hiking down with him, so we were called back. The weather at the summit was brutal, winds were probably gusting at 45 mph. We headed back to 12,000 feet and set up camp. This was my home for the night:
Got down into single digits and the wind was howling, but I managed to stay warm.
On Sunday we had a mock mission involving an injured skiier. The snow up there is like sugar right now, really hard to move through.
Driving home from the mock mission on Sunday afternoon we got a call for an injured hiker at the incline bailout. So I responded to that call. I was pretty pooped after all that and once I got home I just sat at WestFax the rest of the day drinking beer.
For the week:
run - 42 miles, eight hours
ride - 23 miles, 2.5 hours
hike - 29 miles, eleven hours