I wrote this for the Husky list . . .
Jan and I spent the last week in Oregon, flying up to Sun River first, then over to her Uncle's ranch about 38 nm east of Burns. We had thunderstorms in the area both Monday and Tuesday, so the Husky was tied down in the alfalfa field with both screw in and fly-ties type anchors, had so many lines on it that it looked like something out of Gulliver's Travels.
Early Wednesday morning we launched for home, stopping for a stretch near the north end of the Black Rock Desert. The playa is many miles in width and length and most all of it is landable when dry.
Back in the air, I stayed a few feet off the deck for ten minutes or so, then climbed to 50 feet as the smoke from the California fires reduced visibility enough to take most of the fun out of flying low.
Near the south end of the desert, just east of where they hold the Burning Man thing, I spotted a body lying face down in an area where there were lots of tire tracks. Completely forgetting about moose stalls, I circled low and marked the spot on the Garmin where the face down body lay. Jan, in the back seat, said she saw him move his hand. Looked dead to me, so I figured she might be imagining it.
While maneuvering, I spotted a car parked 1.5 miles out and thought it might be connected. Turned out to be couple spending the night on the playa. They waved and I landed next to their car to ask if they knew anything about the man - - no joy. I flew back and landed next the body and they followed us over.
The man had only trousers on, there was blood on his head and abrasions on his back. He was able to say a few words but couldn't move. I called on 121.5 and got an airliner to relay the info to Reno. They relayed back that they'd dispatch a CareFlight helicopter. We put the Husky wing over him for shade and got a bit of water down him. The Helicopter too 45 minutes to reach us as they came from Reno some 95 miles to the south.
Turns out the guy initially wanted to end it all. Took maybe 100 over-the-counter sleeping pills, some whiskey, and then bailed out of his car at speed. (Not a real bright way to attempt suicide.) He had no idea how long he'd been on the desert but I guess the heat and suffering woke up his desire to survive. Had our track been 100 yards either way, he'd probably still be out there, though I'm sure he would not have lasted another day.
I uploaded a picture to the gallery (Black Rock body), but haven't figured out how to include it here or add a link yet.
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