What exactly happened at Pine Mountain cannot be said, at least not by the pilots that were there. We can't say, because we don't really know, beyond a doubt, the entirety of what was going on for the deceased pilot. While this is a hardened and possibly frustrating reality, it does not take away from what lessons can be learned from this accident, or any other accident or event looked at with an open mind. Perhaps one additional facet of not knowing what exactly happened is that we are provided with more chances to ponder multiple possibilities of what can go wrong, each with their own unique lessons. Moreover, since we can’t say for certain what happened this article will largely avoid causation or details.
What can be said is that the wind speed that August evening was above average operating speed while still affording penetration at trim. North westerly gusts ramped up slowly rhythmically maintaining for a while, then gently retreating. Ridge lift was steady with buoyant air extended into the upwind valley. A few valley thermals could be found supporting 3m/s climbs with one pilot ascending past 8000’ (3000’ above ground level), undoubtedly on their way to the moon. The nine pilots on site were in for a regular treat of epic glass-off at Pine Mountain.
When the accident happened, the eight remaining pilots spared no effort and did not waste any time responding. Immediately, a radio transmission alerted all pilots on site, and pilots on the ground promptly attended the scene and began administering basic life support. Within seconds, emergency services were contacted, and medical services were dispatched via air and ground. Utilizing big-ears, stalls and spirals, airborne pilots safely made their way to the ground. Back on the ground, one pilot made their way to the highway to direct emergency teams to the flying site while others removed abandoned gliders from the landing zone which could serve as a helipad. The pilots tending to the injured pilot continued their efforts alongside medical crews until efforts and training had been exhausted across multiple agencies. The entire ordeal, from the moment of onset until the Search and Rescue team departed occurred over a few short hours.
So what went right? Several things increased the chances of a favorable outcome during the accident. First, the pilot was wearing a helmet. Next, pilots on the ground tended to the victim quickly and activated emergency services providing them with the information needed to come to the scene. Pilots communicated with one another and those in flight safely vacated the air using whatever decent techniques they had confidence with, without creating additional victims. The pilot who went to the highway to escort emergency crews to the flying site expedited their arrival via ground, and the pilots who cleared a possible helipad reduced additional clutter and chaos at the scene (eventually 9 emergency vehicles were at the site). The pilots that continued to administer aid alongside the air medics allowed the medics to focus on more advanced life saving measures.
So, what was it like? It was horrific. When the call came across the radio that there had been an accident the feeling of pure bliss from the evening was mercilessly consumed by adrenaline. Hearing my heart rate increase, noticing my muscles tense up, and feeling powerless so high up threatened to become deafening. I knew I needed to respond, but how? For whatever reason, I tend towards focus when things go really wrong. My response pattern was to assess the situation, set a task, work to complete the task, and repeat. So, I concentrated on my first task, rhythmic breathing while landing as quickly as I safely could. Once on the ground, I made an assessment and made my way to the injured pilot to give what assistance I could to him, and the pilots already on scene. While attending to the injured pilot, gruesome experiences were mentally noted, but not felt or dwelt on. Time dilated as we worked together, tirelessly, until the multiple agencies had arrived, established themselves, worked with us, and then fully taken over. After the accident, the remaining pilots comforted one another in the landing zone, sharing our thoughts, exchanging eye contact and plenty of hugs. Eventually, a calm exhaustion sank in as the stars came up over the mountain and the last of the nine sets of tail lights faded from the valley.
Apparently, depending on how it is responded to, trauma can act as a catalyst for psychological regression or heightened functioning. This actually affords those exposed to trauma with an opportunity to grow. Assuming we prefer heightened functioning and are not interested in regression, there are several things we can do to help foster this posttraumatic growth. Honest communication with yourself and others who you trust (who’s only job is to listen) is remarkably helpful. Nourishing foods, exercise, being in nature, time, and being kind to oneself also aids healing. Avoiding the thoughts and feelings with numbing agents just plain doesn’t help foster growth. Nothing beats friends, family, and fellow pilots reaching out to chat and of course, for those who are ready, going flying. While everyone’s path to growth might look different, what seems certain is that an active approach is required. For some, that might be one small task daily aimed at self care, for others it might mean seeking professional help.
The gratitude and humility I feel for my friends and fellow pilots, both those who were in the landing zone and who reached out over the following days and weeks extends beyond words. Additionally, appreciation is due to the responding air medics who made themselves available to us pilots afterwards via phone calls, face to face chats, and tandem flights. Without support, the events of the evening may have lingered on or turned destructive. I hope anyone in our community dealing with the past years losses, or similar experiences hears that they are not alone, you have others here willing to help, listen and act as your co-pilot.
Lastly, expressing adequate sympathy and condolences to everyone in our community touched by the losses of 2019 seems largely impossible. I don’t feel equipped to speak on anyone’s behalf as these pilots were friends, family, and kindred spirits. They shared their passions and wisdom with us, laughed with us, befriended us, and fueled our stoke for flight. We will certainly miss them and it will be hard without them at times. I hope we can hold them in our hearts and minds with gratitude and affection for who they were, share what they taught us, and pass along the passion they shared with us for flight which we are all incredibly lucky to experience and share.
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