Spring Break 2014 – Day 4

Spring Break – Day 4

Weather: mostly sunny. Temperature: nearly 40*

Miles: snowmachine – 29; walker/skier 4+

Dinner Report: Meatloaf (ketchup for Dave and Hannah-gita), mashed potatoes, peas, strawberry jell-o with apricots, and a smoothie

After a morning of house chores, I (Renee) decided to try out the cross-country skis I’d borrowed from Erin Williams (thanks Erin!).  Just as I’d been instructed by Jay, I carefully chunked the blue wax on the bottoms of the skis and smoothed it out with my new cork block. I felt almost professional. This feeling didn’t last long. Next I laid the skis out on the snow and tried to step in just as I’d seen other skiers do. Thus ensued a very frustrating few minutes as I made multiple attempts to get the little latch to clip onto the wire on the toe of the boot. Finally accepting that I was doing something wrong I noticed the lever just above the catch, I flipped it up and what-do-you-know parts and pieces moved! So I spent  many more minutes getting my left toe hooked and latched. And the right foot – oh my goodness! – it is difficult to stay upright when one foot is strapped into a very long skinny board on top of icy snow. Sheesh. You must imagine the flailing and thrashing going on. However, I persevered and eventually got myself clicked in. By this time, I was sweating and tired. I’d already had a major workout and I hadn’t yet taken a single productive step. But my skies were on and I had the poles in hand. I was ready to roll, er, ski!

Giving myself a little push with my poles I promptly shot backward. Not the direction I was expecting. More flailing. I tried again; I gave a little push with my poles and leaned forward, sort of lifting my feet lightly off the ground – success! forward motion. Another push and this time I tried gliding one foot ahead of the other, another push and another slide. Wow, I’d moved 10 feet away from the cabin. I reminded myself perseverance is the key. I skied (I’m using this term loosely) out to the road and awkwardly turned right and shuffled my way up the track toward the airport. It turns out that Thursday is mail day and everyone (and there are a lot of people in town right now) was headed to the mail shack. This means that there are a lot of people who witnessed my very unprofessional attempts to ooch my way up the road. I was really hoping that the camera crew that’s in town filming a reality show was very occupied somewhere far, far away. I made it to my turn around point – approximately 150’ up the road and got turned. Headed back to the cabin there is a slight down grade. I mistakenly thought this would make my life easier. No. I started going too fast, like I approached snail speed. My skies headed in different directions and since I’m no longer that flexible something had to be done quickly. I fell over. Deliberately. Then I tried getting up. Not easy when the icy road slopes downhill. I thought, “Please don’t let anybody come by. Please don’t let anybody come by. Oh shoot, here comes a snowmachine.” For the life of me I could not get myself up until the rider was close enough to get a good look at me. So I smiled and waved as he drove slowly by giving me The Look.

Arriving home, I removed the skies, put them neatly away and changed into my walking boots. I comforted myself with a four mile trek, knowing that I’m good at walking anyway.

While I was having my skiing/walking adventure, Dave and Keith flew up the glacier to locate some ice caves they’re interested in exploring and they flew over to visit Phillip who’s in town for a bit. When I got home from my walk Dave was back and busy replacing the carb boot band on his machine.

After lunch Dave and Hannah-gita took off with Keith, Hannah, Jubal, Tammy, Axel and Caitlin for a run up McCarthy Creek. They made it to the Rock Glacier and played there for a bit. (NOTE for those who know the creek: In January, during the big thaw and rain, McCarthy Creek ran so deep that it flooded the tunnel about 4 feet deep. There are ice chunks up in the woods 15 feet above creek bed level.)

While everyone else was headed up McCarthy Creek, Laurie skied over to our place and we visited for a couple of hours. Laurie’s my skiing hero. She just started skiing a month or so ago and she’s already confident enough to ski from her place to town and back, a good 16 miles! Way to go, Laurie.

Tonight Dave and Hannah are both tired and sore and cheerful. They are happy for the short little trips they’ve been taking every day to get themselves broken in for a longer trip. We’re enjoying ourselves with cups of Russian tea and cocoa, movie making, and book reading. A good ending to a good day.


Spring Break 2014 – Day 3

Weather: occasionally breezy; sunny, sometimes cloudy, but mostly sunny. Temp: near 40* most of the day, dropping this afternoon/evening.

Big activity of the day? Filling the fuel tank for the oil stove. All went well right up until the freighting sled loaded with the full fuel tank tipped over on the trail behind the house. Dave quickly got things moving in the upright direction with a couple of straps and two come-alongs. (The things that man can do with a come-along.) Hannah-gita and I got to help by pulling and pushing the levers. Axel, Jubal and Caitlin arrived to help up just as we got the sled righted and in position to hook it up to fill the tank.

Dave and Hannah-gita head to the glacier.

Dave and Hannah-gita head to the glacier.

After lunch, Dave, Hannah-gita, Keith and Axel took a very quick run up the glacier to locate some ice caves. Axel had to be back home for a class so couldn’t stay too long. Keith decided that with the tracks on the glacier he could do a fly-over and would be able to pinpoint the cave’s location for the next trip out. Hannah got very friendly with the glacier a few times when she landed face first following a couple of unplanned ejections off the ‘8’. She says it tastes pretty good.

Dinner’s over, dishes are washed, business taken care of, so it’s time to pop in a little Hogan’s Heroes and relax.

Night all!

Spring Break 2014 Days 1 and 2

Day 1 – We made it to McCarthy safely. LONG trip this time. 9 1/2 hours. Old truck, old trailer, old driver (he said it, not me!). Move in went well as it was warm: a balmy 38*. Started the oil stove only find find it wouldn’t draw. Thought the stack was blocked. Dave climbed up on the roof (after putting the ladder up on sawhorses in unstable snow!) and looked down the stack while I stood on the ground praying and thinking things that won’t be shared in public. All is well, he didn’t fall (thank you LORD!), the stack wasn’t blocked – it finally warmed up enough to stop belching black smoke into the cabin. 

This is a sight that always makes us smile.

This is a sight that always makes us smile.

Day 2 –

Weather: cloudy, and falling slop, 40*

After our move-in last night, it was good to have a quiet day to finish the set-up process. We got up late-ish and puttered our way through the morning. Jubal came over around 10 looking for a new carb boot. Since he runs a 600, Dave wasn’t able to help him out. Axel dropped in about 10:30 to see if we needed any help with anything. He was just in time to catch us sitting down for brunch, a nice spread of cinnamon rolls, scrambled eggs and bacon with a glass of orange juice to wash it all down. Soon Laurie and Hannah arrived on skis, having heard from Axel that we were eating breakfast. (Small town dynamics at work – your business is EVERYBODY’s business!) We were getting down to a good visit when Keith arrived with his lunchbox. While their lunches disappeared we caught up on each other’s lives.

Late in the afternoon Tammy, Axel and Caitlin came by to see if anyone wanted to take a quick spin up to Kennecott via the wagon trail. Dave and Hannah suited up and they took off. They ran up to the Bonanza Bowl and checked out the conditions. Snowboarders and skiers don’t worry – they’ve left it pristine for you.

After a four-course dinner we’re ready to wind things down for the day. What will tomorrow hold?

(NOTE: I wanted to add many more pictures but the internet is very slow here, so until I figure out how to reduce the file size, I’m thinking the pictures will be few. Bummers.)

Takin’ a Break for the 4th of July

NOTE: I had this post ready to go weeks ago; but our internet has been down. Rats. Sorry for the delay.

With a tarp over the walls, and it being the beginning of July, the guys decided they could take a break for the 4th. We took our usual trip to McCarthy leaving Wednesday after work to drive all night so that we wouldn’t miss any of the July 4th festivities. We got in to the cabin at 5 a.m. and crashed into our beds to sleep for a few hours. By 10:30 we were up and ready (sort of) to face the day.

The Annual 4th of July McCarthy Parade lines up in front of our house before processing into town. So as we walked in we got to see the “floats” up close. They ranged in size from a semi with a log mill loaded on the back to a remote-controlled monster truck. This holiday is McCarthy’s biggest day of the year, its population swells to several hundred people for the weekend. And this parade is one of the highlights.

The big boy of the parade. A Rowland semi with log mill on the back.

The big boy of the parade. A Rowland semi with log mill on the back.

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Ben and Dave braved the slack line.

Ben and Dave braved the slack line.


The kids (I know they’re adults, but still…) all went off in various directions going on hikes, visiting relatives, more hikes, etc. Dave and I stayed pretty close to the cabin. We did venture out for a trip to Kennecott to look around. But mostly we just enjoyed our own home place. Ahhh. I really LOVE having a cabin when I go camping. 🙂

Kennecott Mill building

Kennecott Mill building


That’s my man.

Looking out over the glacier toward McCarthy. Yes, those gravel hills are actually glacier.

Looking out over the glacier toward McCarthy. Yes, those gravel hills are actually glacier.

Holly got us all looking for copper nuggets, she was very specific on the size and quality.

Holly got us all looking for copper nuggets, she was very specific on the size and quality.

Ben is carefully combing the hills for copper for Holly. Such a weird, er, good man.

Ben is carefully combing the hills for copper for Holly. Such a weird, er, good man.

Gravel boarding using a rusted barrel lid was the new sport of choice for this trip.

Gravel boarding using a rusted barrel lid was the new sport of choice for this trip. Notice Wyatt rubbing his hiney, he’d already tried it.

There's my manly men. So intelligent, so brave.

There’s my manly men. So intelligent, so strong, so photogenic.

Person men + water= MUST DIVERT!

Person men + water= MUST DIVERT!

They were positive this rock  had to me moved to another location. The aesthetics of the creek were not improved (in my opinion).

They were positive this rock had to be moved to another location.

One evening friends and family gathered for a BBQ around our big fire pit. We amused ourselves and one another with our grilling skills (or lack thereof) and witty conversation.

Bridger was grillmeister for his household.

Bridger, grill meister for his household.

Brittney and Kaleb...

Brittney and Kaleb…

Bridger and Julie

Bridger and Julie…

Kim and Jay

Kim and Jay…

Esther, perfecting the sear on her marshmallows.

Esther, perfecting the sear on her marshmallow…

Keith and Laurie

Keith and Laurie…

Kelly and Kim giving Jubal a talk.

Kelly and Kim giving Jubal a talk…

Dave toasting his marshmallow sans stick.

Evening entertainment: Dave’s sans stick marshmallow toasting trick.

Our evening concert.

Our evening concert: The Soggy Boots Band (yes, that’s their name) gave us a bit of bluegrass.

Our normal five day trip was shortened to four this year and we decided to go home by way of Palmer since we wanted to visit friends at Victory Bible Camp and attend a wedding. With the 4th behind us the guys are looking hard at what needs to happen next on the house project.

Lunch at Liberty Falls

Lunch at Liberty Falls

Ben hopped around so fast, it was difficult to get him in focus.

Ben hopped around so fast, it was difficult to get him in focus.

Holly, Ethan and Hannah Shafe friends of ours from Senegal, West Africa. Holly is working in Fairbanks this summer, Ethan and Hannah are working at Victory.

Holly, Ethan and Hannah Shafe, friends of ours from Senegal, West Africa. Holly is working in Fairbanks this summer, Ethan and Hannah are working at Victory.

An Avalanche Story

Outside, Spring Break may mean big, sunny beaches and parties, but for this group of Alaskans, Spring Break is all about a week of snowmachining fun in the Wrangell-St. Elias Mountains near McCarthy. Anticipation runs high and the competition is fierce for who’s got the best machine and who can do the best riding of the year. The clan gathers from all around Alaska. One Rowland family lives year-round in McCarthy. Another Rowland family flies in from Dutch Harbor. The Williams, Randby and Persón families all drive in from Fairbanks. Very often other friends join this core group for the week. Ties of family, friendship and faith hold this crowd together. This particular Spring Break would further strengthen those ties.

Most people arrive Saturday evening, and on Sunday morning they all head up to the Keith Rowland family home for church and potluck. After service and before lunch a prayer is offered up to God asking for safety and good decisions for everyone for the week. Following lunch, most everyone gears up and loads up to spend the afternoon at the Bonanza Bowl, the traditional Sunday afternoon hangout for this crowd. This year was no different and soon everyone was at the Bowl “tearing it up” (clan speak for having a really good time). It was a bluebird day and the powder was just right; the skiers and snowboarders were enjoying excellent runs, thanks to the obliging snowmachiners who towed or rode them up high. The “big boys” were scoping the hills, mountains, and chutes around them looking for the best ride they could find. As usual, Dave Persón was wearing his GoPro head cam, looking for a rider to follow for some exciting shots to include in the yearly movie.

By 5:15 that afternoon, most were ready to call it a day. Dave and Scott decided to take one last ride up a chute behind The Pyramid. Another rider had ridden up a couple of times and Dave had done it once and decided it was safe for another trip. Dave and Scott discussed running up it to get a good film for the movie. Dave, half-serious – half-joking, asked Scott, “Do you have your beacon on? I don’t want to be looking for someone without a beacon.” Though a few people had left, most of the crowd lined up across the Bowl, on a knoll, to watch this last run.

Scott hit the chute and began tracing a good line with Dave following close behind. But when Dave hit a couple of holes wrong and lost his momentum he couldn’t get back on the line, so he decided to turn out. As he headed back down he noticed a bit of snow following him. He glanced back and realized that snow was sliding, so he sped up a little. Suddenly, from his left, he was hit with a wall of snow and knocked off his machine. Instantly realizing he was in an avalanche he began swimming for the top of the snow.

Meanwhile, Scott had made it up much higher out of the chute and onto an open slope. He completed his turn only to look down and realize that an avalanche was happening below him with Dave most likely in the middle of it. He watched, helpless, as the high mountain bowl slid down the 2,000 foot chute he’d just come up.

Dave wasn’t afraid, just busy swimming. However, the longer the avalanche went on, the more exhausted he became. It’s hard work thrashing for the top in full riding gear and heavy, chunky snow. Soon his legs were locked in. The snow was compressing and every time it hit a depression or turn in the chute it compacted harder. Eventually, he could feel the flow slowing down. He futilely tried kicking to get his legs free and to get closer to the top. He had one arm up, but both legs and an arm were locked in preventing any movement.  As the snow stopped flowing it compressed harder and harder. He thought his ribs would crack. His left arm was extended up and he could move it at the elbow, so he swirled it because it was the only thing he could move.  He attempted to take a deep breath to expand the area around his chest but was unable to do so. When everything stopped, he took stock. He was at rest with his feet downhill, he was face up, but tilted to the right with his right arm pressed against his chest. He couldn’t move, but he thought one arm was above the snow and he was able to breathe. He took about six or eight breaths before everything went blank.

As soon as the billowing snow was settled below him, Scott headed back down the chute as fast as he could maneuver his machine, jumping down the three and a half foot high fracture line. The avalanche had scoured all the snow from the channel forcing him to ride down mostly on icy rock. He reached the snow-packed bottom and began frantically looking for any sign of Dave. He saw what turned out to be the seat of Dave’s 800 and rushed to it.

A half-mile across the Bowl, everyone else was watching the mountain in disbelief and horror as a crack formed and then quickly spider-webbed out and the mountainside came booming down the gorge. They had seen Scott pop out on top and waited for Dave to appear. When he didn’t show they knew it wasn’t good. They started their machines to head over. Roger stopped everyone and wisely said, “We wait for it to stop.” As they waited for the cloud of avalanche snow to settle, Roger told them, “Unless you have a beacon and a probe you don’t move.” As soon as the snow settled they raced over, meeting Scott at Dave’s machine. As everyone got their beacons turned to “search” they realized Dave wasn’t with his machine. Roger got a reading on his and ran toward the signal yelling “50 feet, 45 feet, 40 feet…” with Jay jogging just behind him, probing. Everyone else followed close on their heels. As they neared the location, Jay saw Dave’s gloved hand sticking up out of the snow. They began madly digging.

Soon Dave’s head was uncovered and Scott took off Dave’s helmet. His eyes were wide open, pupils constricted, and staring blankly, his jaw and lips were blue, and he wasn’t breathing. Scott tried to find a pulse with his cold hands and couldn’t so he immediately started mouth to mouth. Jay and Roger dug out his chest, while Micah started digging out his back.

Scott performed CPR for ten to twelve minutes before Dave took his first breath. As the other men shoveled they kept yelling, “Fight, Dave!” “Breathe, Dave!” They were praying in desperation. The snow was slippery and kept sliding back into the hole. Afraid that Dave wasn’t going to make it, Roger sent the younger men (who’d been pulling the snow chunks away from the hole) to go dig out the snowmachine, about fifty feet up the hill. It seemed forever before Dave at last responded to Scott’s efforts.  Scott said, “Dave, if you can hear me, blink.” Dave blinked very slowly and they realized with huge relief that he could hear them, and was beginning to respond to them. Scott sent Axel over to the waiting crowd to let them know that Dave was alive. Still, it took time for Dave to be able to breathe consistently on his own. He was coughing and gurgling, seemingly trying to communicate, but not making any sense. After they got his upper half dug out, Jay slid behind him to help get him warm. As soon as he was breathing reliably on his own, Scott kept Dave engaged while Micah did quick compression checks on Dave’s arms, neck, and back, watching his eyes for any sign of pain. Incredibly, though he felt nauseous and dizzy there were no injuries. As Dave stabilized and began speaking, they continued to try to get him warm. They found warm mitts to exchange for the cold gloves on his hands, but because of the oxygen deprivation he was fighting them.  Yet he kept brushing his hands together in his signature move and complaining about cold hands. Eventually, Scott sent David Rowland over to get Lora, a fourth year nursing student, to help with Dave. They were concerned about internal injuries and wanted her help in assessing potential problems. As soon as Lora came over, Dave calmed down and submitted to her medical expertise. The crew got him up and out of the hole and Jay wrapped his down coat around Dave; Roger took off his snow pants to put on him. As soon as he was alert, Dave said, “My wife is going to kill me.”

Though they were not with Dave in the hole, the younger crew worked hard getting the machine dug out and had the presence of mind to watch the chute and surrounding mountains for any other avalanches. They also gave up some of their warm gear to keep Dave warm and kept the older men supplied with whatever they needed.

The group left across the Bowl was huddled together praying, and watching. Until Scott sent Axel to get a sled for transport and to inform them that Dave was breathing shallowly, they had no idea what was happening and could only watch as their men located first the machine and then Dave.  They couldn’t tell whether or not he was alive, or if he was hurt. Seven-year-old Andu kept asking questions and it helped settle them to answer his questions and keep praying. Kathy decided she needed to go to the Persón cabin to sit with Renée, who’d stayed back at their cabin for the day.

Lee and Beth had left almost before the avalanche was settled, racing to catch Keith (who’d left just minutes before the avalanche started) and to go be with Renée. They nearly caught Keith by Persón’s cabin; but their snowmachine suddenly died. Lee quickly fired up another machine from the cabin and caught Keith at his shop.

Beth went inside the cabin and quietly told Renee, “There’s been an avalanche. Dave and Scott were in it. One has come out, but the other hasn’t. Lee’s gone to get Uncle Keith for some more help.” “Oh, God!” Renee’s mind started racing, “What do we need to do? What needs to be done?” She started praying, “Help me trust YOU!”

Soon Lee and Keith came back; they’d gotten hold of the Park Ranger, Stephens Harper, and had some information. Keith told Renée, “Dave’s breathing, he’s hypothermic and not in good shape. But he’s breathing and we’ll probably get Life Flight to fly him out to Anchorage. You have plenty of time, there’s no rush. We’re waiting for word.” (They later learned that Dave was not hypothermic, just oxygen deprived.) Just then Kathy arrived. Kathy and Beth packed a back-pack for Renee to take along on the flight to Anchorage. It was decided that Keith should take a sleeping bag and hot water bottles up to Dave. Everything was quickly gathered and Keith headed up to the rescue site.

Thinking that the truck would be a better transport vehicle than a snowmachine, Lee and Beth warmed up the truck and took it up the trail as close to Kennecott as they could.

Renée decided to stay at the cabin and wait for further word. She felt that going to the rescue site would be hard on the men taking care of Dave and hard on her watching them. Soon Tammy called from the rescue site to reassure Renée that Dave was alive and moving! A few minutes later she called back to say that Dave was on a machine with Scott and riding toward them. And a few minutes after that she called again and put Dave on. Hearing his voice was overwhelming and Kathy held Renée while she cried her joy and relief.

Dave rode down the mountain with Scott, tucked up against him trying to stay warm. As they rode down, Scott kept whacking Dave’s leg to make sure he was still responsive. Dave would pound back letting Scott know he was still there. When they met the truck several miles down the trail, Dave climbed in and they rode the rest of the way to the ranger station in warmth.

When Dave walked into the ranger’s station there were a few moments of confusion for the Rangers. They were expecting a badly injured man to be carried in and were surprised that the avalanche victim walked in under his own power and announced himself. Dave lay down on a cold table and they gave him oxygen for half an hour. Covered with sleeping bags and two hot water bottles to warm him, Dave answered the Ranger’s questions while they monitored his vitals and took brief notes on the incident. Dave drank a couple of cups of hot Gatorade, and sucked on a tube of glucose. After a little over half an hour he got back in the truck and headed for the cabin, ready to end the day with some dry clothes and hot food. Everyone was relieved that he would not need to be flown out for care.

In the cabin he changed out of his wet clothing and sat by the fire while everyone ate dinner. He had a headache and slight nausea until about ten that night. Getting up, getting warm and moving about made him feel much better. He suffered no other ill effects from the incident. The rest of the people involved were much more traumatized. Many had nightmares, all needed to talk. Each had a story to tell and in the various homes and cabins that night the accounts were flowing.

Over the next couple of days many visitors stopped by the Persón’s cabin. Every one that came needed to reassure themselves that Dave was really alive and completely himself.  And they needed the chance to share their part of the story. God had been merciful to them and they wanted to spend time together as the shock and fear drained away.

The day after the avalanche most everyone, including Dave, went back to the site to retrieve Dave’s machine. The machine was a total loss, most everything was torn off or crumpled. It had obviously had a much rougher trip down the hill than Dave “enjoyed”.

Monday night, the whole clan gathered at the Roger Rowland home and watched a slide presentation on snow travel safety. All the riders attend a similar class most years. Safety is important to this group. They all carry safety gear designed for this kind of situation, which in this case saved Dave’s life. Even though most of the information was not new to the group, they felt that it was a good time to review what they had done well, and what mistakes were made, so that they could further reduce their risk on future rides. Everyone agreed that the next piece of equipment for the riders, skiers, and snowboarders to acquire should be an avalanche air bag. That evening together also allowed the group to process the incident as a group. Scott and Dave shared what happened from their perspective and many others contributed their thoughts also. The rangers expressed their amazement at Dave’s survival and their admiration for the rescue efforts of the group.

There was no single hero in this rescue. Each person had a part and each did it well. From Dave remembering and implementing his avalanche training, to the men digging out and reviving Dave, to the young men retrieving the snowmachine and watching the area for further potential danger, to the group of women and young men praying, everyone did their job. God was merciful to this group and every person knows and acknowledges it. Dave should be dead – but God was merciful and revived him. It could have taken longer to find him, he could have been buried much deeper, he could have sustained severe injuries like his machine – but God was merciful.

Each person has come away with their own perspective on what happened. Each person has been impacted in different ways. But the one perspective they all share is gratitude.  They are grateful that God spared Dave’s life. They are grateful that God kept the others safe. They are grateful that they remain a clan. And everyone looks forward to next Spring Break with eager anticipation to see who’s got the best machine and who will do the best riding of the year.


The Clan:

 Keith and Laurie Rowland –from McCarthy


David (18)

Daniel (17)

Hannah (15)

Jubal (12)

Roger and Tammy Rowland – from Dutch Harbor


& friend David Durst


& friend Bridger Herrmann

Sharon (17)

Axel (14)

Caitlin (12)

Jay Williams – from Fairbanks

Nick (16)

Andu (7)

Scott and Kathy Randby – from Fairbanks

Lora Anderson – from Fairbanks

Dave and Renée Persón – from Fairbanks


Lee Persón and his fiancée Beth Welch – from Fairbanks


A Little Photo Gallery