This is Todd one of the guys in the avalanche.
I figured their would be plenty people that would like to hear the story, so Im writing it down before it gets covered with emotions and other stress. I don’t know that I’ll ever forget it, but maybe small details.
Around 5 pm on Feb 7,2019, Brad Stapley, Shad Terry and I went up to prep Brads cabin (up Beaver Canyon) for a little couples weekend trip/birthday time. One of Brads favorite things to do was snowmobile, and it was always a good time going with him. We went early to spend the day riding before the wives came up that next morning.
There was a recent storm that dropped 34”+ or so, which made the snow super fun and very deep.
We had decided at the end of our ride to run up a canyon to just look at this big bowl/basin at the bottom of Circleville mntn. Quite a ride in the thick snow off the main trail. None of us planned to try and go up the big shoot, but Ive watched Brad and Shad try a couple times years past.
Up the canyon, Shad led the group and veared off thru the trees towards the east opening. Brad went straight weaving around trees and I followed him. I couldn’t see where Shad had stopped thru the trees, but I stopped about 50 yards into the trees shy of Brad (which was right at the base of the hill in the open).
Only stopping for a moment, I looked up and saw an Avalanche coming quickly towards us. I yelled to Brad and finally got his attention to which he looked back and quickly tried to takeoff away from the avalanche. There was nothing I could do..
Within a split second it was almost on top of me, and something told me to stand on my snowmobile and jump straight up. Split seconds later I was hit by a semi-truck and the force was so powerful it ripped my helmet off, then instantly engulfed me. The weight and the force was painful. As I was being covered something told me to reach my hand as high in the air that I could, and at that very same moment – I was buried!
Now it was dark. It was disturbingly quiet. The pressure was intense – more than I’ve ever felt. I started to hyperventilate and couldn’t really breath. I couldn’t move, and I remember saying aloud, “I am NOT going to die here today, pull yourself together Todd!”Then, I could feel it… My right arm was raised still and I could feel the cold outside air with my fingers. (The force of the avalanche has also ripped off my right glove).
For the next 5 minutes I wiggled my fingers to make a hole, then I could wiggle my hand, then I could start digging to my wrist, then I could slowly move my arm. Finally fresh air and more light came, and though I was still stuck, I could see light and breath – that was all that mattered. My left side of my body was in bad shape. I couldn’t dig, and it was hard to move due to the pain.
With one arm, I worked the next 10 minutes or so at unburying myself from now head to waist, then all I could do was scream……
It was quiet… No answers…. I yelled again, then I could hear Shads voice off in the distance. But not Brads…
I pulled my phone out and saw I had 1 bar of service with 5% battery, so I dialed 911. They were able to ping my location and said they’d get help on the way. The sun was starting to set.
Minutes later Shad ended up finding me and crawled to help me move to a position to lay down to help with the pain.
Frantically we yelled for Brad. Shad searched, but couldn’t go far from me due to the conditions. We were stuck, and completely hopeless. In pain, cold, and unable to help our friend…
Over the next couple hrs we waited up there. Shad made a few more phone calls to Nicole, and Brads Dad. We also talked again with 911 and Search and Rescue told us to get out of there.
Painfully and eventually we made it down the mountain, and to the hospital. It was about 830pm.
…. this is not finished; more info to come……
…… Fridays events… more to come…