On Sunday, August 17th, 2014 our boss, Terry,
invited us to hike with him in Lamar Valley so we could see some of
Yellowstone’s standing petrified trees.
It was a beautiful sunny day, so we grabbed our packs, walking sticks
and sun screen and prepared for another great day of Yellowstone adventuring.
The hike was steep. There were a couple of parts of the
trail where we almost had to crawl up using our walking sticks and holding on
to trees…but once we got past the first steady incline, the views were
stunning. We reached the top of the
ridge and continued making our way further into the backcountry to the area
where the petrified trees were standing.
We were just hiking and talking… and that is when James
asked the magic question; “What happens if someone gets hurt up here? How do
they get them out?” Of course with his
background in the Fire Service and training in particular, he was naturally
curious about rescue operations. Little did we know, that we were about to
experience a backcountry rescue firsthand.
We made our way to the standing petrified trees. They were
truly amazing to see. After taking some photos and a break. Terry invited James
to hike further down the hillside to see some trees that were not visible from
the trail. It was a very steep hillside,
so I decided (being the cautious one) that I would stay behind and wait for the
guys to hike down and take some pictures.
I sat and enjoyed the amazing view. I took some pictures of
my own and watched some hawks and ravens in flight until the guys returned.
When they got back, we gathered our packs and headed back to the trail for the
return hike. We made our way down the
trail stopping to take pictures and look at the stumps of petrified trees on
the hillside.
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My View of the Valley |
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Heading back on the trail after a great hike! |
And that’s when it happened.
I lost my footing on some loose rocks…slipped and fell. I came
down hard on my right leg. POP! I lay on
the ground writhing in pain. As I came
to my senses I knew something was terribly wrong. We waited a few moments to
see if it was just the shock of the fall.
James tried to splint my foot using a camp shovel and some gauze, to see
if I could hike down. But the pain was
too great. I knew that the bone was broken…and that the steepest part of the
hike was ahead. So we needed to get help.
James, being a paramedic, decided it would be best if he
stayed with me in case I passed-out or showed signs of shock etc. So, Terry,
our boss, hiked down the trail to the road to call for the rangers.
I lay on the ground on the exposed ridge with the wind
blowing and the sun beating down. As I watched him hike down the trail out of
sight, the severity of the situation started to become real. The view that minutes ago was stunningly
beautiful—now seemed to be filled with danger. What if a Bison herd were to
walk up on us? Or a Bear? What if the
whipping wind brought in a thunderstorm? James and I were alone on a remote exposed
ridge. The road was just a tiny line in the valley that we needed binoculars to
see and it would be hours before help could arrive.
James started going through our packs to get us ready for
the long wait. First he gave me some
Ibuprofin, then we put on some sunscreen to help protect us from the beating
sun, and then he pulled out our rain jackets to help protect us from the
whipping wind. I dragged myself to a nearby rock, and James used the pants from
our raingear to cushion my back against the rock so that I could sit up. The waves
of pain would come and go, and waves of fear would come and go, and all the
while James would calmly keep me focused on my breathing and drinking water. With the binoculars he could see Terry
calling for help from the parking area and the entourage of ranger vehicles
arriving from all directions.
Help had arrived.
The first two rangers, a paramedic and EMT Team, hiked up
the ridge in record time to reach us.
They began treatment right away.
The pain medicine provided a welcome relief from the waves of pain that
would have me almost in tears. As they treated me on the ridge, Rangers started
appearing from all directions on the ridge. They took a variety of trails to
determine what the best option would be for getting me off the ridge. After careful study and deliberation they
decided that the best option would be to call for air transport.
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The amazing team of rangers that hiked up to help me! |
With air transport on the way, they moved me into a rescue
basket. The ridge were I had fallen
would not be a good place for the helicopter to land so they prepared to carry
me to the next hill once the chopper arrived.
The 20 minute flight went smoothly and soon I was at the
Bozeman Hospital and being prepped for surgery. The flight nurse and medic were
terrific. And even with the pain in my
leg, it was hard not to marvel at the views of Yellowstone from above as we
flew over the park, Paradise Valley and into Bozeman.
The X-rays had determined that I had a Tib/Fib Fracture that
would require surgery to correct. A plate and eleven screws were attached to my
Tibia to correct the diagonal fracture that completely severed the bone. The Fibula was also fractured, but surgery
was not needed. It would heal with time.
After I was flown out of the Lamar Valley, James made the
hike down the ridge. Terry, who had
hiked down for help, was waiting in the parking area to drive James back to
camp. We are very grateful to him for getting help so quickly and for helping
us through this ordeal.
Once he arrived at camp, James grabbed some items and set
out on the three hour drive to Bozeman. He arrived at the hospital while I was
still in surgery. The staff allowed him
to wait in my room until the surgery was over. After such a harrowing day, it
was wonderful to see him as I woke up from the anesthesia.
I am ever grateful to the amazing team of Yellowstone NPS
Rangers for rescuing me from the ridge, and I am ever grateful to my wonderful
husband who helped me through every step of this experience and continues to
help me heal and get better every day.