-The Full Moon Retreat-
Episode: The First Search and Rescue Mission
Chapter 4:
Into the cold, dark night...
To the reader:
Ah, a bit more improvement in the rating. Now, I need to figure out how much of the rating is determined by the story content and how much is from my presentation. You know, it would be helpful if there were a more sophisticated rating system, I suppose just as an option to the reader. At any rate, your feedback has pressed home that you felt that I tried to 'over explain' things to the reader. Know that I do not believe you, the reader, to be stupid! I was born and raised with the military and then spent the following 45 years in engineering and research into high-tech topics that I know for sure, most of you know nothing of. So, it is my own ignorance of what is 'normal' that drives me to explain things. I've done a lot of explaining in my lifetime. That is why I have to "feel" my way through the process of writing for the enjoyment of reading. Your feedback is the "Cat's Whiskers" that guide me, and I thank you for that. Please, keep it coming. I read them all and then try to divine my path.
Now, about chapter 4... When I cut the original draft of this story up into chapters, I guessed, incorrectly, as to what the proper length of a chapter should be for the website. For this current posting, I have combined, what were chapters 5, 6, and 7. That should put a bit more 'meat on the table'. I have also removed the asides to the reader that restated 24 hour time, (military time). I, mostly use 'military time' in the story, because, the werewolf universe is very militaristic. That is how I believe, a werewolf would think. Finally, I have added a paragraph describing the "saddle-pack", near the end of this posting. I had edited most of it out of chapter 3 and was advised that it was needed. So, there you go; more explaining! So, anyway, thank you for reading and let me know if I'm "marching" in the right, (or the wrong), direction.
Special thanks to my wife, Diane for proofreading for me.
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[14:00, Tuesday, the base camp compound]
Lights were just, starting to flicker to life in the tents, while people carried all manner of supplies and equipment into them and kitchen staff began "banging" around in the portable kitchen. Jack is under the canvas pavilion gesturing and pointing at a map while speaking to Thornton, Renford, and several others...
Jack: So, if I understand correctly, what we have are these four high ridges and three deep valleys, all running east--west, transverse to our direction of egress into the search area, and all of the features are in excess of ten miles in length. And, that all three valleys are closed on their east ends by a north-south ridge that is, at least, five hundred feet higher than the four ridges that form the valleys. Is this right?
There is a chorus of "yeses" from the surrounding men...
Thornton: When I stopped by the State Geologist's Office, for maps, our geologist recognized the area. He called it "The Devil's Claw Marks." Said it was because the deep, parallel valleys resemble claw marks. He told me that the valleys were dredged out by glaciers, a long damned time ago, that they all hit the same deep rock layer that stalled them out. The north--south ridge was formed by the debris pushed up in front of the glaciers. When they finally melted, they left the valleys and that ridge.
Jack: If I interpret this satellite photo correctly, then the crest of this north--south ridge is above the tree line and consists of a knife-edge of bare granite. It's a "razorback" ridge. Is that what you see?
Again, there is a chorus of yeses from the surrounding men...
Jack: Well, here is my problem. Given the topology of the search area, regardless of whether I choose 'VHF' or 'UHF' comms, I'm going to loose radio contact with all of the search teams, as soon as they crest this first ridge, right in front of us, and drop into the valley.
Renford: That's what I saw. That leaves the teams with no support and, unable to call for extraction if they find the crash. It will put all of the teams in danger and negates the point of search and rescue effort.
Jack: You're right. The obvious solution would be satellite comms. Trouble is, we need small tactical units that could be easily carried up and down the valleys walls and over ridges. That's military stuff, and they'll let us have that when hell freezes over! About all that leaves is "sat phones". That's just wrong! A hundred people in a dangerous place, in bad weather with little or no visibility... No! Besides, it would take, at least, a week just to get the equipment and then, you would still have to set up accounts and get it all working. That's a clusterfuck that would get someone dead in a hurry.
Jack: Ideas?
Jim Bonner, the pack's radio technician: The closer to line of sight, the better. If we could figure out how to get an antenna just, beyond the crest of this ridge, then we might get radio coverage throughout most of this first valley. There would probably be shadows; um... dead spots, but we would cover most of the valley.
Jack: Could we get one of our repeaters up there?
Bonner: Yes, I think so, but there might be a better option.
Bonner places a finger on the map at a point on the north-south ridge at the end of the second valley.
Bonner: If we could put it right here, our communication problems would go away. If this "topo" map is right this little peak is, at least, six hundred and forty feet higher than any place on the four east--west ridges and right in the center of the second valley. There would probably be some small areas of shadow, but there are always going to be some. This little peak even seems to be relatively flat.
Jack: Ok, but, how do we get the repeater up there?
Bonner: Well, maybe we could have a chopper drop me and the equipment up there. I set up the gear, and then the chopper picks me up and brings me back here.
Thornton: That isn't going to happen. It was bad flying weather by noon today and now that this drizzle and fog has settled in, nothing is flying. Hell, the gawd damned buzzards are staying on the ground! If that isn't enough, that ridge has been buried in the clouds and at that level, there would, most likely be icing conditions. So, no; a copter is not happening.
Does anyone know what the top of that ridge is like?
Renford: I climbed to the top the ridge that we're on, this afternoon and scanned the area with binoculars. I didn't really study that ridge, but, if you were thinking to use it as a sort of 'land bridge', from what I could see, it would take a crazy man to try to cross it, even on a good day.
Jack, to Bonner: How much is there to this repeater? How would we transport it?
Bonner: Well, the repeater, itself, is, maybe the size of a textbook, weighs about eight pounds. The battery packs are about the same size and, maybe, five pounds apiece. I suppose that we would want to stack up as many of the batteries as we could since we can't exactly go swap them out. Then, there are the two antennas and their little tripods. I guess that we could get everything into three of the wolf 'saddle bags'. However, speaking as a wolf, really high, narrow rocks ain't some place I'd like to go play.
Jack: How about three lanky, sure-footed black panthers?
Bonner: There are some other small issues. They will have to connect it all together up there and put it into a plastic bag.
Jack: I thought that the repeaters were "portables."
Bonner: They are, but they are water "resistant," (makes air quotes), not water "proof." If we're going to leave it to operate up there on that ridge, then we're going to have to waterproof it. That really shouldn't be a problem, though. You know those big, zip-up vacuum bags that housekeeping packed all of the bedding in? Well, they just put the repeater and batteries in one of those, connect them up and run the antenna cables through a couple of small holes in the bag and zip it up. We should be good to go, then. I can teach them how to connect everything up and test the operation.