Spring Break 2014 Day 11 (Thursday)

Weather – sunny 25*
Mileage – snowmachine: 53; walker 4.5
Dinner – Zuppa Toscana, apples, bread

My day was great for me – reading, napping, walking and talking – not so great for writing something interesting about it. Dave and Hannah-gita on the other hand had a wonderful day up in the mountains. I could tell by the grins on their faces and the sunburn that they had been in Glory Land. All through dinner they kept smiling, groaning over sore muscles and burnt faces, but smiling. They sipped their soup and told stories and smiled. Dave took a few still shots so here’s a little sampling of their day.

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Spring Break 2014 Day 10 (Wednesday)

Weather – sunny and 25*ish

Miles – snowmachine: 36

Dinner – Potluck at Rowlands-on-the-Hill: Two versions of a southwest chicken soup, chips and cheese, hot cheesy pasta, yeast rolls, pistachio salad, green salad, chips, cupcakes, rice krispy bars, and another yummy-looking bar that I didn’t get to taste.

Dave and Hannah-gita left with the group around 10 this morning to take a ride up Fourth of July Creek. Dave says they took the longest, roughest, rockiest route across the glacier that the lead riders could find. Once up into the mountains it got a lot better. Dave says he only tipped Hannah-gita off the sled once. I heard that Ben dumped Sharon off their machine, too. I also heard that the Nitro regurgitated its oil after tumbling down a chute, so it’s spending the night alone in the mountains. Some of the guys will go out in the morning to retrieve it. And I heard that Nick was having trouble with his injectors. Although he figured out that they work better if there’s fuel in the tank.

While most of the crew was out riding the rest of us got ready for the pot-luck, and then headed up to Rowlands-on-the-Hill for the afternoon and evening. I got to play a bit of ping-pong with Andu, Caitlin and Keenan. That was fun; I haven’t played for a very long time. Well, it was fun until Dave got back and whooped the socks off me. Then I wasn’t having as much fun.

After dinner we had the annual sing-time. However, by 8 o’clock it seemed like most people had run out of steam and were ready to head home. So here we are putting the finishing touches on the day and preparing to hit the sack.

Here’s a few shots from the day…

Hannah Rowland

Hannah Rowland

Hannah-gita and Jay.

Hannah-gita and Jay.

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Spring Break 2014 – Day 9 (Tuesday)

Weather – sunny and 30*
Milage – snowmachine: 41 miles; skier: 1 mile! Plus a quick ½ mile walk.
Dinner – Beef Bourguignon, mashed potatoes, sautéed mushrooms & onions, and corn, with pistachio cookies for dessert. This meal definitely gets me a “bless your heart!”

Ski Report – Wow, though it is evident that I do much better with a buddy (thanks Kim and Andu!) I went out again today and saw some improvement, namely that I stepped into my right ski like a pro and it only took three (yes, just three!) tries to get the toe hooky-thingy hooked on my left boot. My first few steps were uncertain and I was afraid that I was back to my old ooching routine, but after a few tries everything straightened out and soon I was practicing my slide and glide. I could hear Kim reminding me “lean a little forward, bend your knees a bit more and keep your poles in by your sides”. Do you know, these little tips reduce the flailing condition tremendously. I skied up to the airport turn off and back; today it only took me 35 minutes. Pitiful yes, but not as pitiful as the first two times I tried. Perseverance, it is the key.

One of my Dad’s favorite questions is, “Well, did you learn anything?” Yes, Dad, I did. Here are the lessons I learned during my ski today:
1.) Beginners should always look where they want to go. Not to the side. Not at the little rocks that you know are going rip the slick stuff off the bottom of your skis. And definitely you should not look behind you at the snowmachine coming down on you.
2.) Beginners should remember to breathe. Holding your breath while you are exerting yourself only clouds your thinking, not to mention your vision.
3.) Beginners should think about skiing and not about what they are going to do if a.) a moose pops out of the woods and starts chasing you; b.) a wolf pops out of the woods and starts chasing you; or c.) someone spouting heretical theology pops out of the woods and thinks the same way the moose and wolf do. By the time I got to the heretical theologian I was ready to tear his head off. Ahem.
4.) Cross-country skiers should keep their toe-nails short. There is a lot of toe work happening with the whole slide and glide thing. I must find my clippers.
5.) Skiers should always, always, always wear sunglasses when skiing on sunny days. Where did I put those sunglasses? And the aspirin?

Today’s snowmachine ride was up McCarthy Creek to the Rock Glacier; yes, a repeat of an earlier trip. The area is ideal for skiers and snowboarders. The creek trail is getting really worn out, so the ride is pretty rough. Hannah-gita says it’s the worst one on her knees so far. She enjoyed the day visiting with people and watching the action. Her neck and back are stiff, but recovering. Dave once again set himself up so that he could do the filming. The GoPro got put on time lapse duty. It captured the spectators enjoying the skiers, snowboarders and ‘machiners. He also had out the video cam to catch everything he could for the movie. He’s in the process of editing right now and I see lots of big sweeping vistas, rooster tails, aborted climbs and swift ski/boarding descents.

Here are a few shots from today…

The Spectators.

The Spectators.

Ben does a wheelie.

Ben does a wheelie.

Skiers and snowboarders.

Skiers and snowboarders.

Spring Break 2014 – Days 6, 7 and 8

Saturday

Weather – cooling down

Miles – snowmachine: 29; skis: 1 (!)

Dinner- Chili

Today’s activity: Beaver trapping towards the Chitna. Most everyone machined out to a lake watch Keith and Jay put in a few beaver sets, and play on the lake. Phillip showed up in his little plane and generously gave rides to Hannah-gita, Kimberly, Sarah Sackett, and Axel. He even played tag with the snowmachiners.

Dave’s got good footage of the day. It’ll be a long evening editing.

Kim and Andu stopped by our cabin in the afternoon and invited me to go skiing. With Kim’s good advice and excellent encouragement, I was able to actually ski (not ooch!) all the way to the airport turn-out and back. I could not believe how much easier it was to do today. I think I might actually be able to learn how to do this. The only down-side is that my knees are REALLY feeling it. Once again I must remind myself “perseverance is the key”.

 

Sunday

Weather – coldish -4*, sunny

Miles – snowmachine: 40 something; skis: nope, nada

Dinner: Stir Fry, Rice, Pot-Stickers

Spent the morning in church with Rowlands-On-the-Hill.

Afternoon at Bonanza Bowl. I can’t give an eyewitness report since I wasn’t there. However, Dave and Hannah-gita came home with smiles. They said it was awesome. Hannah-gita did a bit of skiing. She performed a few face plants and even managed the very rare (with good reason) land-on-your-face-and-fold-yourself-in-half trick. Her back made interesting clicking sounds as her heels came up and over to touch her head, but she says she’ll be recovered soon. A hot shower and a good slathering of Deep Blue Rub helped her sleep.

Again, Dave has a goodly amount of footage to go over.

 

Monday

Weather – a somewhat cloudy 20*

Miles – snowmachine: 16; skis – ummm, still on break/recovery

Dinner: Shepherd’s Pie (OK, actually it’s leftovers (cabbage rolls, meatloaf, baked pasta) covered with Cheesy Mashed Potatoes – but doesn’t Shepherd’s Pie sound a LOT better?), Baked Cauliflower, Jell-O

Hannah-gita is stiff and sore from yesterday’s adventures, but it did not stop her from heading out with Dave and the rest of the group to climb the ice falls on the Nizina.

Dave is home with the GoPro and Canon full of pictures – thousands of pictures. He set up the Canon to take a series of shots. And he attached the GoPro to a long stick to follow the progress of the ice climbers. He’s got a lot to edit tonight. There are some very good snaps of people ice climbing and enjoying the bonfire. I’m thinking this year’s movie is going to pretty good.

We hear rumors of a long trip tomorrow – so I’d better get this thing posted and head to bed.

Here are a few pics for your enjoyment (sorry about the poor resolution – hazards of slow internet) …

Jay augering the holes for a beaver set.

Jay augering the holes for a beaver set.

Playing tag with Phillip

Playing tag with Phillip

The Clan

The Clan

David R owning the falls.

David R getting a grip – sort of.

Spring Break 2014 Day 5 (Friday)

Weather: cloudy-ish morning, sunny-ish evening. It really depends on which direction you are looking at any given time. Temperature: 40+*

Milage: snowmachine trip: 1 mile; walker: 2.5 miles

Dinner Report: Baked Pasta, Green Beans, Green Salad, Carrot Sticks, Oatmeal Butterscotch Chocolate Chip Cookies. Tammy, Axel and Caitlin ate with us and shared the salad and cookies.

Well I had big plans to hop on my skis again today and try out a new trail. But my knees are unhappy, so I limited myself to a walk instead. Sadly, this means no amusing story for you.

Dave and Hannah were also a bit under the weather this morning, so we puttered around the house ‘til we felt like moving. Dave ended up spending the bulk of his morning straightening out the A-arm on his machine. He set up a system of boards and straps. Hannah and I assisted him by holding boards in place, prying at strategic moments and even jumping on the boards when he told us to. It was an interesting experience and he says that the A-arm looks beautiful. (I say, keep the spare coming, Ben!)

Dave also wanted to reattach the belly pan, but had to go looking for a riveter and rivets. He brings action packers and bags and boxes full of extra parts, pieces and tools but didn’t happen to have that particular tool with him this time. He and Hannah road over to Tammy’s place, then on to Keith’s shop and finally ended up at Laurie’s before they got all the parts together to rivet the belly pan back on.

In the meantime, I stopped by Tammy’s and she and I took a walk down to Keith’s bridge and back. Then we stood on our porch, in the sun, and gabbed for a while longer. I couldn’t believe it was after three when I went inside.

I pulled out my book, curled up on the couch and relaxed. A couple of hours later Hannah and Dave arrived and said that they (including Tammy, Caitlin, Axel and Jubal) were going to run out to the ice caves on the glacier for a quick peek before dinner. They headed out and I settled in again with my book. But they were back again a few minutes later. Jubal had clutch issues with his loaner machine. He and Axel went up to Keith and Laurie’s for parts and then back to the townhouse to fix it.

Tammy, Axel and Caitlin came over for dinner and afterwards they played a round of Skip-Bo with Hannah. We heard from Jay that they’re close so we are keeping our eyes open for them.

I hear that tomorrow the crowd is planning to go beaver trapping. Woohoo! I’m sure there’ll be some good stories from that trip.

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.

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.

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The Clan:

 Keith and Laurie Rowland –from McCarthy

Kaleb

David (18)

Daniel (17)

Hannah (15)

Jubal (12)

Roger and Tammy Rowland – from Dutch Harbor

Kimberly

& friend David Durst

Julie

& 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

Ben

Lee Persón and his fiancée Beth Welch – from Fairbanks

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A Little Photo Gallery