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NorthCascadesNorthCascades Posts: 9,381Member Member Posts: 9,381Member Member
From today's Wenatchee World:

LEAVENWORTH — On Tuesday, Ryan Cairnes snapped a picture of the dirt, removed the camera’s memory card and then put it in his pocket. It was a throwaway, but at least now the authorities would have an idea of when he was last alive should he die.

It’d been a day and a half since he tumbled 300 feet down an icy slope on Cannon Mountain in the Alpine Lakes Wilderness. His neck, right patella and sternum were fractured. His ribs were battered, his arms bruised and his legs bloodied. Because no one knew where he was, it might be days before anyone noticed he was missing.

“I could just lay there and look at the stars and I knew that was probably the last thing I was ever going to do,” Cairnes said Thursday on the fourth floor of Central Washington Hospital. “And I knew that I couldn’t do that. I knew I had to take the hard way out.”

Cairnes, a 36-year-old senior program manager with Microsoft in the Seattle area, dove into mountaineering a year and a half ago and has since summited more than 30 of the state’s 100 tallest mountains.

He entered The Enchantments on Saturday morning. The plan was to bag as many peaks as he could over the next two days: up Aasgard Pass to Dragontail Peak and then on to Little Annapurna, sleep overnight and then summit McClellan Peak, Enchantment High Peak and finally Cannon Mountain on Sunday.

In his pack were 45 pounds of gear, including coats, an all-weather tent, waterproof bag, sleeping bag, avalanche shovel, crampons and an ice axe.

If all went well he’d be home in Seattle Sunday night.

He reached the top of 8,638-foot Cannon Mountain about 4 p.m. and then sent his mother in Pennsylvania a text message, saying he was wiped out, but in good spirits. Normally, he’d call but his phone battery was dying and daylight was fading.

Cairnes made his descent down the west aspect of the mountain, following a GPS route from a previous climber. He later learned this was not the recommended route.

He was making good time, descending 2,000 feet in roughly an hour, but as the evening grew dark he encountered a long boulder field with a staircase of small cliffs. The first was about 15 feet high. Nothing crazy.

“I didn’t have any worries about downclimbing it,” Cairnes said. “At that point, I was a little exhausted though, to the point where I probably wasn’t making super clear judgements, I just wanted to get out.”

He wasn’t expecting ice this low in elevation. He’d crossed snowfields earlier in his trip, but that was in the 7,000-foot level. Not his current elevation of 5,400 feet.

“So I grabbed onto my first handhold and when I tried to get the second handhold it just kind of, something didn’t work,” Cairnes said. “Next thing you know, I was sliding.”

Now he was flying over ice and 15-foot ledges. Slide. Fall. Slide. Fall. Slide. Fall.

“I said to myself right then and there, I’m like ‘You’re gonna die right now. I said there’s no way you’re not gonna die,’” Cairnes said. “I guess the only question I had in my mind was like ‘I wonder what it’s gonna be like?’ you know, to die.

“And my other thing was like, ‘I don’t want to ... die.’”

His next thought, as he continued to slide, was of disappointment.

“I knew that I was going down a cliff face and I knew I was gonna die,” Cairnes said. “And I just said to myself, ‘Man, this is one royal (screw-up). I can’t believe you did this. Out of everything you’ve done, I can’t believe you did this.’”

He shot off a cliff and crashed into a boulder. He felt his body crunch.

“I felt this excruciating pain and I couldn’t breathe,” Cairnes said. “I just wanted to breathe so bad and I couldn’t breathe. But I knew I was alive.”

A minute passed before he could suck his first breath. He tried to stand but his body collapsed. He could hardly hold his head up and his arms felt like they were on fire, but his pack and now badly dented helmet protected his spine and head.

He saw a light flashing in the distance. Someone must’ve seen him, he thought. He’d been climbing with a headlamp but lost it in the fall. He signaled SOS with an emergency light.

“I guess in my mind I figured, OK the choppers are going to come in,” Cairnes said. “They saw this dude flashing SOS so now they’re going to come in.”

He stayed put, not that he had much of a choice, and slept against a boulder.

The next morning he awoke to football-sized rocks crashing down the mountain within a foot of his head. This wasn’t a safe place to stay. He had to move.

“I was looking at my body like, 'Let’s do this' — and I couldn’t physically move. It was like I was paralyzed,” Cairnes said. “I said, ‘Ryan, this will kill you.’”

He grabbed a few essentials — waterproof jacket, stuff sack, sleeping bag and small jacket — and crawled 100 feet to relative safety. That took over an hour. He sat listened for helicopters.

“I was kind of losing hope, I got super thirsty,” Cairnes said. “And I knew there’s basically three things you die from: exposure, lack of water and lack of food.”

He moved to a stream 200 feet away. The crawl took hours.

He bivouacked by the stream, wedging his feet into rocks to keep from sliding, even though it hurt. As the sun set, he calculated the chances of a rescue. Other than his mom, no one knew he was on Cannon Mountain.

The odds were low. Tomorrow, he’d make his move.

“I just made it up in my head that no matter what I was going to get out,” Cairnes said.

If the hubcaps fly off as you cross the finish line, so be it, he thought.

“So I said, ‘You know, what’s the worst thing that can happen to your body? Like if it’s going to break, you might as well just break it,” Cairnes said. “It’s just pain. It’s going to suck.”

“I just made it up in my head that no matter what I was going to get out,” Cairnes said.

He woke up with the sun again Tuesday. His torso trashed from the fall, it took 15 minutes to sit up.

“I walked over to the stream on two feet and I just said ‘My two feet are going to work today’ and filled up the water bag and chugged as much water as I could,” Cairnes said.

He clipped a water bottle to his body and then dragged a few items behind him in his sleeping bag. He left his SLR camera behind, but not before taking a photo of the dirt as a timestamp.

Cairnes used an 8-foot branch as a walking stick, leaned heavily on his left leg and started walking.

About a thousand feet down, he heard helicopters.

“I start hearing the birds in the air and they were over Cannon so I knew immediately my mom called them in,” Cairnes said.

One popped over the ridge. He laid out his sleeping bag and signaled SOS with his emergency light.

“I’m ready to cry. Here it is finally,” Cairnes said. “And then the bird went right back over the ridge, didn’t see me. It was heart wrenching.”

Cairnes kept moving, but he continued to see the helicopters swoop through The Enchantments. They were looking in the wrong place.

By the end of the afternoon, he’d reached a boulder field. He laid in a T on a boulder, hoping he’d be seen by a pilot. He wasn’t. The helicopters headed out for good around 4 p.m.

He was faced with another decision: stay here and hope they see him or head into the forest and gun for the trail? By staying in place, he’d be visible, but would he be able to move again? The longer he stayed still the tighter his body became. But he certainly wouldn’t be visible in the trees.

He went for it, moving as fast as he could along a deer trail.

“At that point I wasn’t even thinking about my legs, my legs were just firing with all cylinders and I was just going,” Cairnes said.

Around 6 p.m. he reached the Stuart Lake Trail where four people were leaving toward the Stuart Lake Trailhead.

“And I just started yelling, ‘Help! Help! Help! Please help me!’”

They didn’t say anything.

“I thought, ‘Well that’s kind of messed up,’” Cairnes said.

But as they got closer, they asked, “Are you Ryan?”

“I’m Ryan,” he replied.

“We’re looking for you,” they said.

His mom had called the Chelan County Sheriff’s Office and reported him overdue at 2 p.m. Monday.

The four were two members of the Chelan County Mountain Rescue Association and two traveling nurses who’d been out hiking and then joined the search.

One of their first questions: “Can you walk out?”

“I said to them, ‘To be honest, I’m (messed) up,” Cairnes said.

Cairnes was wheeled out in a stretcher and then transported to Central Washington Hospital. His neck is in a brace and it pains him to stand, but somehow nothing is broken.

He says he hopes to be out of the hospital later that day, recovering from broken bones in his neck, knee, scapula, and ribs.

On Friday, Dan Fleming, a friend from a wilderness first-aid class over a year ago, went to Cannon Mountain to retrieve the gear Cairnes left behind. He found it all.

He’s not surprised Cairnes survived.

“He doesn’t get spooked, he doesn’t get razzled,” Fleming said Thursday at the hospital. “It’s just, this is what we’ve been trained to do and this is what I’m going to do.”

Recounting his dance with mortality from a lounge at the hospital, Cairnes feels lucky to be alive.

“It was eye-opening,” Cairnes said. “I shouldn’t be here.”

There are a few things he’d do differently: pack an emergency beacon, let others know his route and do more route research.

But after two days with a broken body in below freezing temperatures and almost entirely self-rescued, there are a few things he thinks he did right: know how hurt you are, know where you are and know if anyone’s coming for you, he said.

“Attack the things that will kill you first,” Cairnes said.

Cairnes plans to return to hiking and mountaineering after he heals.


  • lorrpblorrpb Posts: 10,756Member Member Posts: 10,756Member Member
  • NorthCascadesNorthCascades Posts: 9,381Member Member Posts: 9,381Member Member
    Very well written. Compelling to read. Glad he made it out, hope he gets a full recovery.

    When I did Little Annapurna, I brought a personal locator beacon and a friend, and told a responsible person my route and when to expect me back.
  • Machka9Machka9 Posts: 15,007Member Member Posts: 15,007Member Member
    About every other day the rescue helicopters go out to collect a lost and disoriented hiker here. They just brought back another group in the last hour or so.

    Most of these people don't come from Tasmania, and figure (I guess) that we've got nice warm weather ... so when the snow sets in ...
  • AzdakAzdak Posts: 8,154Member Member Posts: 8,154Member Member
    When I was younger, I went out hiking in wilderness areas a number number of times by myself, with little preparation and communication—when I think back now, it still freaks me out that I was so stupid.
  • spiriteagle99spiriteagle99 Posts: 2,399Member Member Posts: 2,399Member Member
    When I started hiking and backpacking I was always solo. One hike I lost the trail and tried to bushwhack down a rocky creek bed. I got rimrocked, with a 40+ foot drop. I was pretty sure I could crawl across a smooth rock face and get down, but it was possible I would fall. IT was also possible I'd get to a lower level and be unable to continue either up or down. If someone had been with me, I would have continued, but solo I decided not to risk it because noone would know where I was, just where I had parked the car. One of my smarter decisions.

    A few years ago, DH and I decided to hike the section of the Great Divide Trail between Jasper and Mt. Robson. We were considering hiking beyond it, to Kakwa, but wanted to try this section first. The rangers asked us if we wanted to register with them, beyond our permit, so that if we didn't get out in 7 days someone would come look for us. It can be a pretty rough section, with little maintenance, lots of blowdowns and a burnt section, multiple river crossings and, of course, grizzlies. We decided to register since no one in our family had any idea where we were, just that we were somewhere between home and Alaska, and they weren't likely to notice if we didn't return for quite a while. We made it back on schedule, but had to notify the wardens that another person who was the subject of a search was actually all right, just delayed when her horse was unable to travel through all the blowdowns so she had had to backtrack. It was nice to know that if something bad happened there would be a search made for us.
  • earlnabbyearlnabby Posts: 7,539Member Member Posts: 7,539Member Member
    Don't count on your phone or GPS, always notify someone as a back-up even when you aren't in backcountry. If I head out to a local State Trail I still shoot a text to a family member "Heading to Scuppernong for a few hours" and "I'm back" when I get to the car. I live alone so it can be a week before someone knows I am missing.
  • NorthCascadesNorthCascades Posts: 9,381Member Member Posts: 9,381Member Member
    We made it back on schedule, but had to notify the wardens that another person who was the subject of a search was actually all right, just delayed when her horse was unable to travel through all the blowdowns so she had had to backtrack.

    I've been thinking about getting an InReach for this reason, to be able to send a "late but not in trouble" message. Cell phones don't work pretty much anywhere in the Cascades.
  • NorthCascadesNorthCascades Posts: 9,381Member Member Posts: 9,381Member Member
    This story convinced me to carry a signal mirror. A helicopter went to rescue him, but they couldn't see him.

    Here's a short video on how to use a mirror to signal your presence.

  • youngmomtazyoungmomtaz Posts: 945Member Member Posts: 945Member Member
    Wow. Tough guy! So glad he is ok!

    I hike a lot but in Manitoba it is relatively flat and safe. I have been off trail and some would consider that lost but I always knew I could bushwhack my way back to the trail if I had to even if I could not identify the section I was currently on. Lots of my hikes are just day hikes, I hike overnight sometimes and would love to do more, always at least one person(my husband) and more often two know where I am, and an eta as well as how long after the eta before concern is warranted. I even send him a quick text when I leave and when I get home if I take the dog for a walk near home. Bears, cougars, hunters, or just me getting injured are always possibilities.
  • mbaker566mbaker566 Posts: 10,066Member Member Posts: 10,066Member Member
    Even when i go out for a run. I let people know even in the city or a rails to trails.

    I got turned around in Arcata. It's not that big a patch of redwoods. It took me another 30 min cross country to find a road to get me back to the parking lot. (Of course, my husband was still sleeping and didn't even realize i was late back)
  • lorrpblorrpb Posts: 10,756Member Member Posts: 10,756Member Member
    Invest in a PLB.
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