To: Mick Womersley; Faculty; Students; Staff
Subject: SAR callout report, Sunday 4/19
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The Unity College SAR team returned safely to campus this afternoon after assisting the Maine Warden's Service to look for a man missing in the woods north of Greenville since Monday.
The elderly gentleman they were looking for was, unhappily, found dead after several hours and miles of searching. It will however, be some small comfort to his family that he has been found.
We fielded 11 personnel. This is a very good response for a weekend call out. All students performed well under the leadership of their own officers (without any faculty or staff supervision), on an arduous operation, at short notice, and a long way from campus.
I hope you agree with me that they are a credit to the college.
Mick Womersley, PhD
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Believe it or not, the traditional Maine guide paddle technique for a one-man canoe is to paddle upright, with a very long paddle. This particular guy, a race day regular, shoots all the Kenduskeag rapids every year in this fine style, come hell or high water.
Yesterday a small but elite group of two Unity SAR team personnel went to Bangor to help provide rescue cover for the annual Kenduskeag River Race.
The Kenduskeag is about as much fun as Mainers like to have. Being northerners and proud of it, not only do thousands of folk turn out to watch people get dumped in the icy cold waters just for fun, but almost a thousand actually go down the river as part of the race and GET dumped.
You can see pretty much every type of Mainer there is to see on the banks or in the river. The race is run by folk barely in their teens (accompanied by a paddler parent), to folk well into retirement.
One gray-haired granny who shot the rapids very neatly in her aging fiberglass kayak got the biggest round of applause. But the Maine guide who paddles standing up always gets a cheer, as does Gumby who this year was sporting a T-Shirt declaring his support for economic stimulus (as long as some of it came to him). There were also lots of pirates, of the traditional, not east African kind.
About thirty boats dumped at our little hole, and Melanie and I fished away with our throw ropes, while the Bangor FD swam around in their wet suits and fielded other dumpers and swimmers.
Of course, the loudest cheers are ALWAYS for those who dump.