It’s been a while
since we (read I) welcomed new members to the squad but that isn’t because we
haven’t been voting them in, I just haven’t kept up with it. Here we go, and I apologize if I miss anyone;
let me know and I’ll get you next month.
–SK Brady Farley, now with the support
services unit, moved here from Knoxville and is also with Puckett EMS and the
National Guard. Jon Oxentenko joined the cave/cliff
unit shortly before completing his BS in nursing at SAU. Conrad Reichert is also a graduate
on SAU with his master’s in outdoor education.
He was a pastor, mostly in the Midwest, before moving south and joining
CHCRS on the cave/cliff unit. Alicia Nelson is a recent (and very
proud) grandmother now officially playing with the cave/cliff unit although she
has been cropping up at trainings for quite a few months now – you can usually
see her carpooling with Matt Blake, who was also voted to regular membership
status during this interim. Mike Anthony works for the city
(Chattanooga) and brings over ten years of occupational safety experience to
the support services unit. Jennifer Holland has also joined the
support services unit and works as an operator for the local 911 call center.
Chief’s Corner June has just blown by and July will be here before you know it. I am sure by the time this is printed July will be here. With that I would like to wish everyone a happy July 4th and hope you have time to spend it celebrating this great country with your family and friends. I know in previous years there have been firework displays in neighborhoods that have been thoughtful enough to invite our squad. If we receive any invites this year, we will pass them along. I know Soddy-Daisy has a great show and it will be held on July 4th. Our sign has been refurbished, looks
great and is once again hanging. If you have not been out to the hall in
a while please stop in and look at all the hard work and effort that has taken
place. Our front room now looks more inviting and comfortable for all to
enjoy. I have replaced the old computer in the day room with a newer unit
which runs Windows 8; this computer is for everyone to use but should have
priority for rescue related work. I would like to give kudos to
Captain Frazier and his team for stepping up and covering a large variety of
standbys and rehab calls. The team has been working hard to make sure these
calls are covered in a timely manner and have done so with noticeable
improvement. There was a recent Facebook posting by the Chattanooga Fire
Department giving appropriate recognition to the team for all their help and
support with rehab.
The Cave Team recently participated
in a large mock rescue with Dade and Walker Counties. The team had a
great turn out and worked well to efficiently move the patient out of the cave. The event also had the Support Team participating to help with logistics. Thank you all for your commitment
and support to our organization and the community. It is a pleasure to
serve along your side. -Bob Lewis P.S. Brad Tipton would also like to take this opportunity to
thank the support services unit and specifically Christie Clark and Kevin
Frazier for their help with the training.
A fuller account of the event follows below. A Truly Joint Training It wasn’t a very early morning as most
people would reckon it but for a Saturday it was early enough. At seven o’clock on the morning of June 13,
several members of the cave/cliff unit loaded up into three CHCRS vehicles
(there were technically five at this time but the other two will come into play
later) and one POV and went down to Georgia. Or should that be up as their
destination was Cloudland Canyon? Either
way, they were looking for a soul to save.
Well, not really because this was a mock but you get the idea. At the meeting area, they were joined by more
cave/cliff members who had gone straight to the site and their good friends Yes, it does because this whole
shindig wasn’t even Brad Tipton’s (or Brian’s or Buddy’s) idea but that of
Georgia DNR. But wait, it gets
better! Also involved were Dade County
rescue, liaised by our very own Rick Gattone, and Walker County’s Cave rescue
team. It must have been the promise of
free food afterwards that brought out so many people on a beautiful Saturday;
CHCRS had twenty people there.
So why all these people? Maybe a little background would help. Cloudland Canyon State Park is operated by
Georgia DNR and has two caves on its property.
While these caves are gated, they are also available to the public at
certain times with permission. One of
the caves has an awkward gate beyond which is a thirty foot drop with an old
piece of iron from a now-removed ladder spanning the pit and an acute chimney
that likes to try and trap people. Another section of concern to DNR was an area
called The Maze which isn’t terribly maze-y but full of tight bends, low
crawls, and plenty of things to climb over.
What would happen if a patient needed to be rescued from back
there? We were there to find out.
The parking area closest to the cave
was, shall we say, limited. So everyone
met at the top, got one last chance to use flush toilets, then headed for the
bottom in our van. Actually, in several
trips in our van – Kevin and Christie got really familiar with the route
between the top and bottom. The rescue
trucks got to park at the bottom first and there was barely enough space for
the van to make its loop by the time everyone was there, especially with the
trailer of CHCRS gators. Which Kevin and
Christie also got to make friends with as they exchanged shuttling people from
the rim of the canyon to the bottom to shuttling people from the lower parking
area to the incident command post in the woods.
The incident command post was a
short walk on a narrow path through poison ivy-laden woods and a slightly
longer walk through the same treacherous woods was required to reach the
cave. Now these really were short walks,
not just according to cavers but to normal people as well, and took less time
than negotiating the cave gate. Or the
drop. Have I already used the word
awkward? Our scenario was that three
people had gone caving but one had put his foot in a hole in the Moon Room and
busted his lower leg. The second person
stayed with him while the third exited to call for help. As the first evac team was entering the cave,
word came back that there was actually a second patient in the Mud Room that
had a busted ankle and was self-evacuating.
Now here is where the game of
telephone began. In a mock situation
there should be a term or phrase to indicate that something is not part of the
mock but for real. The easiest phrase to
use in such a situation is, “for real.”
And somehow this got applied to the second patient. So Evac Team 1, with the ever eager Dr.
Wharton, went in thinking that someone in the situation had really busted an
ankle. When they got to the in-cave
comms station, bobbing headlights to the right showed where the “for real”
patient was self-evacuating. But it was
quickly established that the term had been misused and the ankle injury was
actually part of the scenario and was receiving aid from the initial response
team as well, permitting the evac team to proceed to the reported injury. Another term which it became obvious had been
misapplied was the Moon Room. Yes, the
cave had a Moon Room; that was where the in-cave comms was stationed. But there wasn’t another patient in
sight. No, the other patient was beyond
the Moon Room, and The Maze, in his own little pickle.
Not only did the patient manage to
break his leg, he did it at the bottom of a sixty-foot pit that was flooded the
last six feet or so. That hadn’t been in
the plans. It was one of the few times
the command to “haul fast” had been given as he was on the far side of the pond
and the haul team wanted to avoid dunking the patient. He still got a little wet, as much from
positioning himself for the mock as from being rescued, and once his leg was
splinted, he was given a chance to warm up by crab-walking to the sked. You have to love patients who can assist in
their own rescue. Nor was this his last
opportunity to warm up. After being
carried and dragged about fifty feet or so, the rescuers and patient came to
(dun, Dun, DUN) The Maze. Yeah, that
wasn’t happening without some extreme cave modification and bolt setting so the
patient got to crab-walk, hobble, and crawl through that section of the
cave. By which point they were back to
the Moon Room where a ferno was waiting and the patient got to ride the rest of
the way out.
For the most part, the rest of the
evacuation was pretty straight forward through the cave. Carrying, dragging, a little lap-passing, a
couple turtle-ings, and some belaying up and down slopes, in fairly rapid
succession, the patient was brought to the bottom of the pit, where things
slowed down again. Some of the details
were still being worked out so the evacuators, over twenty in number, got a
chance to take a break and even eat some belated lunch. With a couple of strategically placed edge
attendants to see the ferno safely around, over, and through any obstacles, and
a strong haul team outside the cave, the patient went smoothly up the pit. Negotiating the gate was a little trickier
but even that challenge wasn’t as bad as anticipated. Of course, if the patient had been the size
of most of the carry-outs we’ve done in the pocket wilderness and other areas,
that would’ve been a different story.
Did I mention before that the pit
had some awkward parts? Needless to say,
it was more than another hour from the time the patient exited the cave until
the last participant was through the gate.
Enough time that the patient who was self-rescuing had gone to the top,
cleaned up, gotten some barbeque, and returned to the cave. And his story? When the initial patient was located, he was
by himself, the friend who stayed behind having decided rescue was taking too
long to get there and went to call for some help himself. Except that he got turned around in the Moon
Room and headed to the Mud Room.
Apparently he was disoriented enough that he didn’t realize he hadn’t
gone through that much mud on the way in until he was already through it and
busted himself on the far side. How bad
was the Mud Room really? Bad enough that
Patty Springer, quite probably the most nurturing member of the CHCRS
Cave/Cliff unit, after falling in the mud herself, told the patient that if it
was just an ankle, he could self-rescue his backside across the mud to the
finding party and they would reassess the options from there (although surely
in much nicer terms).
Finally, everyone was out of the
cave, out of the woods, and back to the top where the whole training adventure
had started. But with one noticeable
difference – FOOD! Friends of Cloudland
Canyon supplied more than enough food with barbeque sandwiches, chips, candy,
water, sports drinks, and sodas. The
participants all ate, drank, and were merry, enjoying each other’s company
before splitting up and going their separate ways. By dark, everyone was gone and it was like it
had never happened. Until, between the
cave dirt and poison ivy, everyone had to face the loads of wash awaiting them. |
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