PART 2: The Walkout and a Long Flight

(When we last left Kempton, he had just rolled to a stop on a very nice dirt road 30 miles ENE of Tonopah Airport in a 20 mile long valley. Time: 7:20pm.)

My valley was narrow to the north and opened to 10 miles wide to the south. Immediately to the West, low rocky hills run north/south while several miles east brushy ridges rose 3,000 feet above the valley floor. The evening sun brightened the east ridge while high above, thunderstorm tendrils glowed a sunset red. A pretty sight, normally. But right now I felt like Charlton Heston in "The Omega Man". As the last man on earth, he's free to roam during the day, but must take refuge by night lest the zombies eat him in their quest for human flesh. In the opening scene he's knocked out by a car crash. When he wakes up at sunset, he's panicked. And while I wasn't panicked, I was very concerned. No zombies here, at least none that I can see.

First action after pushing the Libelle off the road was to raise a passing airliner. After all, a Reno controller told me to call on 128.725 and request a relay on 123.3 or .5. I spent 20 minutes calling the airliners I could see overhead. No luck. As I spoke, my words disappeared into the air with no echo, replaced only by radio static. With the light fading fast, I removed my contact lenses and scanned the map in case I decided to walk out. I'd have to make the decision shortly to either stay with the ship or try for the freeway miles to the south. A glider is much easier to see than a human, but I also knew it could be at least 24 to 36 hours before someone found me. I decided to walk out. Headlights on the freeway were visible, the road was well defined and I felt I HAD to let Genese know I was O.K. It looked like about a 9 mile walk. A daypack is a headrest for just such an occasion, so I loaded up with my remaining water, closed the canopy and set off. At a couple hundred yards I stopped, thought again and went back to the ship. Trying the airliners again with no luck, I then re-resolved to walk. A giant jackrabbit who looked to have foot long ears watched me pass by. Time: 8pm, sunset.

Every minute or so I'd stop and look back at the Libelle, getting smaller and smaller until over one hump it disappeared. Funny, how alone and tiny it looked. Then my focus was forward to finding civilization. I kept up a good pace, three miles per hour or so. Fortunately I usually fly with running shoes. The well groomed, flat, dirt road contrasted nicely with the scrub on either side, so seeing the road was no problem. The air was cool, but not cold and not a hint of wind. A great evening for a stroll, but I'd rather not HAVE to be walking! The sunset gave way to darkness, and although the moon was in the west, it only remained for the first hour or so, replaced by scant starlight. From the east, thunderstorm blowoff covered about half the night sky.

Over the next few hours my thoughts were filled with my family. I missed them and I knew Genese would be very worried having not heard from me. It's times like these when the glider (and other things in life) don't matter, only that I wanted to be with my family again. Unbeknownst to me, John had encouraged Genese to pack up, leave the airport where they had waited and get something to eat. Keep the crew fit and ready for anything....

I walked on. In the darkness, the only evidence of civilization was the road I was on, the occasional airliner overhead, and the infrequent freeway headlights in the distance. By the second hour, with nothing to occupy my brain except my own thoughts, I started having audio and visual hallucinations. The first was the "dust storm". I was walking in the west side of the valley in darkness, but the valley's east side was lit up by moonlight. I couldn't see any detail, only a lit but featureless area. At one point, I noticed the border between light and dark was closer than it was a minute ago. Walking along, an occasional glance to the east confirmed the brightness was moving toward me. "That's odd, I don't feel any wind". Then it hit me: "A dust storm!" There had been active cells to the east earlier in the afternoon, so this was not out of the question. A wave of panic ran over me. Then I caught myself and stared at the bright area for a moment longer. No movement. Then as I focused, I realized there was no dust storm. The ridgeline shadowing me from the moon had dropped off, so the shadow was shrinking, making the lit area appear to "move" toward me as I walked. Phew.........no worries about felling sleepy!

Then my ears started playing tricks on me. No wind, no cars, not even a mosquito, nothing. The threshold sound of the air passing my ears mixed with my shuffling feet and the rubbing of my clothes was just enough to fuel my now overly sensitive alarms. I would think I heard voices as I walked, but as soon as I stop and turn around, only silence. I would fix on a vehicle light on the freeway and believed I heard the sound of the car, but as soon as I'd stop walking to focus.......nothing. Although I didn't feel in danger per se, I also felt constantly "at risk". 8^O

Just when I began feeling comfortable, the distinct sound of flapping horse's lips froze me. A mustang pack was within a couple hundred feet, but I couldn't see them. Of course I'm comfortable with scorpions, spiders, snakes and lizards, but equine........no thanks. It's probably from hearing childhood stories of teeth being kicked in. Now here I was with Black Beauty and her gang somewhere close by. What if I get kicked or trampled? Luckily, they decided to make a run for it (away from me). This was to occur two more times that night.

At the end of the third hour, a truck's headlights approached from the south. Wow! This might be my lucky break! Alas, at half a mile or so, the lights disappeared and didn't return. There was a ranch up ahead to the west about a mile or so, and I felt sure that was where the truck had gone. At that point, I thought it better to make the freeway (which I could see) rather than the ranch (which I couldn't see). A post held a sign that might tell me something. But......my 11 year old matches were useless. No flame, no luck. Don't even ask if I had a flashlight.

I drank often, carrying almost 2 liters from the ship. Adrenaline kept me moving, and I never sat down. Now thoughts turned to "what about a sprained ankle?" A show stopper for sure. Well, I wasn't slowing down now, I just concentrated on walking deliberately.

In the fourth hour the freeway lights were definitely moving faster every minute. I was very close! Now this freeway was in designation only, with the actual road itself being a two lane asphalt strip. In the darkness I walked onto the freeway and just about fell off the other side because I couldn't see the road. I had made it! Time: 11:45pm Now how to get someone to stop? Tonopah was 30 miles west and most of the traffic over the last three hours headed west. However, my appearance was laughable: an unshaven Japanese man with funny shorts in the middle of the desert. Would YOU have picked me up?

I waved at the first car from the roadside and they zoomed by. Ten minutes later I stood in the west bound lane and waved a truck. Zoooom. No luck. Since there wasn't any evidence (like a car with a hood up) to visually explain why I was here, this could be a long wait. 20 minutes later I was frantically waving a big rig with my best pleading gesture and he stopped. The door opened and I quickly explained myself. There were two rigs (safety in pairs) and he invited me aboard. I told Steve about the whole adventure, and when I was done, he said normally he didn't drive this route this late. He and his partner move petrol to and from the small refinery at the Tonopah airport over to another remote station in extreme eastern Nevada. He'd seen the glider trailers at the airport but never thought he would be involved with one.

We arrived at the Clown Motel. Up to this point I hadn't had so much as a scratch. But in my haste, I decided to just "jump" down from the big rig cab. Well, those cabs are pretty high off the ground! I pulled a groin muscle on impact and hobbled off to our room, waving good-bye to my savior. I gently knocked, not knowing if Genese was in. She knew it was me from the knock and rushed to the door with Ondine in arms. We had a joyful reunion for what seemed a very long time as I told her the WHOLE story........

Next day, of course was the retrieve. We clocked my "stroll" at 11.7 miles. We were at the ship by noon and it was extremely HOT. It was even hotter than the airport tarmac. And in a 6000 foot high valley. In this particular case, I'm glad I decided to walk out. As we positioned the trailer, a small dust cloud signaled an approaching federal Bureau of Land Management truck. He was patrolling his territory and told me "Not too many people drive this road". No kidding?! By the way, my ankles were not sore at all from the walkout (glad I keep up my running routine).

Back in Tonopah the four of us, led by Genese, stocked up my NEW landout kit including a cellphone, flare, flashlight, nylon jacket and pants (walk through scrub), handheld transceiver and a survival kit. We also agreed on a new protocol of leaving messages at FSS stations on the hour and using a gridded map to quickly broadcast my location. One Tonopah oddity: Cellular One reception is great, but no signal with the GTE Mobilenet service.

Renewed Determination

Thursday, August 3 forecast: light winds, 20.2K bases, 1375fpm, some storms, weak high over Sierra. Bill kept focusing on dewpoint as a key indicator out here, so I noted how it matched with the soundings. Today I launched at 11:15am, declaring a 1000K triangle but abort south of Eureka due to OD. Besides, the sky to the north of Eureka was a strange mix of overcast and swirled cloud forms. I had never seen anything like it before. Running east to the sun (with flashbacks of the walkout looming) I rode a 5-8 knot thermal to 17K over Mt Hamilton. I comfortably cruised between two storms south of Duckwater, then ran a cloudstreet the 100 miles to home.

Friday, August 4 forecast: very light winds, 18.8K bases, 1218fpm, no storms. I'm feeling the pressure to make some kind of long flight, so I declared a 1000K zigzag: Cherry Creek, Cerro Gordo, Basalt and return. A new task strategy emerged: Align tasks to have the OPTION of running a mountain range or the flatlands. If conditions are weak, run the ridges; if OD, then it's out in the flatlands. Either way I'd deviate less than 20 degrees off courseline. In hindsight, I should not have used the Inyos as they suffered from the very washout effect I had come to Tonopah to avoid (i.e. stay in the Great Basin).

Launch is 10:35am. Cu to the north lured me with a max glide for nine miles trying to reach the first cloud. No luck, so I head back to the airport finally pulling myself up from 1,100' AGL in 2-3 knots. Leaving the airport area at 11:15am, I raced from cloud to cloud (15-16K bases). My soul sang as I take in the large, firm cu on course, running 80-90mph between clouds (too slow!), stopping for only 10 knots or better. I was at Cherry Creek (175 miles out) by 1:30pm and back to Tonopah by 3:45pm with 18K in hand. Average speed: 78mph. I could see cu on the Whites, but couldn't tell about the Inyos. Cu continued to the Bishop radio towers where it was clear the Inyos were completely blue. Dang. I sank lower and lower until I was 1,000' above the Inyo ridgeline. At this point, my correspondence with Tom Massoth (Tehachipi pilot) came in handy. He had recommended that when the Inyos are blue, better time is made by pulling up (but not circling) in the ridgetop thermals and keep pushing ahead. On days like this, the thermals don't go high enough to make circling worthwhile. A few miles north of Cerro Gordo, a Diamant passed under me heading north. Until now, Cerro Gordo was only a picture that Tom had sent me, but I couldn't miss it as I came abeam of Keeler. Time: 6:20pm. Turning north, the clouds on the Whites were there but SO far away. Bumping along I circled for the first time across from Tinemaha Reservoir. Could I connect with the clouds? Steadily I sank until ten miles north of Bishop I was at 7K going down. Sigh. I conceded the task and landed back to the Bishop airport at 7:50pm. Not a 1000K but a personal best of 550 miles and 9.2 hours. Perhaps one of the longest Libelle flights?

The family crew would pick me up the next day as it's on the way back to Santa Barbara for John anyway. Garry & Michelle of Hangar One were very friendly, making reservations for me and taking me into town. Turns out Garry was the instructor at Tehachipi who helped me with my first flight in the Libelle 6 years ago. If you need to stay in Bishop, I highly recommend the Bishop Elms Motel. Clean and inexpensive ($35) with Jeanie & Scott Graupensperger as great hosts complete with a courtesy airport shuttle.

All in all, a tremendous experience. Tonopah was something new for Team 9J, but it was an adventure of the highest order. We'll be back again.

Kempton Izuno December 1995