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rescuer.   She knew how to do what she was directed to do, but was not used to "calling the shots."   But, calling the shots is what she must do now to get she and these two sixty-something friends off this mountain.
    Danielle took her backpack off and reached in for the satellite phone to do what she knew needed to be done first after stabilizing the situation.   The emergency number was in its memory, so soon the connection was made.
    “This is Danielle Eagleton, Alaskans on Call, CRR# AK5267,” She said.
    She waited for the OK to go on then she said.   "We have just crashed in a Piper Navajo tail number Lima Delta 2786, eight souls on board, three survivors at this satellite phone coordinates."
    Danielle closed out the call then turn to Bill and Betsy.
    "They know where we are now, and I will keep the satellite phone on Transpond so that they will know where we are if we need to move."                                                                                                                                

The Survivors Trek

    Now, what! Once said, it was now about 10 o'clock pm, and the sun had just set meaning they had less than an hour before it was completely dark.
    “It is going to be dark soon, so I think we need to get a fire going and try to get some sleep if we can,” Said Danielle.
    “I think you are right.   We are tired already and sore,” Said Bill, “By the way, where did you get a satellite phone?”
    “Its the clubs, since I’m a member I have a phone with me, just in case.”
    “Fortunate for us, I’d say,” Said Betsy.
    “The backpack is with me all the time.   Here, I have a large emergency tarp here in my S&R kit so that we can rig up a lean-to, then I will start to find some wood to burn.”
    Danielle stood up and looked out to the west toward the Alyeska pipeline to see if she could see any destination.   Just on the other side of the valley below them, she saw what appeared to be a pump station.   She pulled out a small pair of binoculars from her backpack.   Oh yes, and a thin strip… a runway !
    “Bill, Betsy, I see where we will need to head out tomorrow.   It looks like a Pump Station on the pipeline has an airstrip.”
    “How far is it?” Asked Bill.
    "I guess ten miles, with about seven in the valley, so we are going to have about three miles of this mountain terrain before us."
    “I don’t think I can walk,” Betsy said.
    “Hopefully, I can find something to support you enough to walk.   We will go slowly, but we need to get to a lower elevation where we can find something to eat.   I hope they can send a rescue helicopter soon.”
    “I can help find wood for the fire,” Bill said.
    “There isn’t much around here, but we need a fire to ward off animals.”
    “Be careful Bill,” Said Betsy.
    “I will.”
    After Danielle and Bill had disappeared behind the outcrop, Betsy looked toward the tail of the airplane and could see the large box still strapped into the seat.   Curiosity overcame the pain in her leg, and she crawled on her hands and knees to the wreckage.   The upside down label on the box read Fairbanks Medical Supply.   The printed cocktail glass symbol was symbolically dumping its beverage.   Wouldn’t you know it thought Betsy?   She pulled herself up onto the floor next to the seat and unbuckled the package.   She rolled the box off the seat, and it tumbled to the ground in front of the tail section.   Betsy saw that it had turned into an upright position and that there was a list of contents on the top.   She carefully crawled to the box and kneeled to read the list.   The light was now very dim, but Betsy could read the contents.   She notices one line in particular: a foldable crutch.   Thank you Lord, Betsy thought.
    “Betsy.”
    It was Bill.
    “Where are you?”
    “Over here next to the plane.   Look what I found.”
    Danielle walked up from the other