Hancock, NY January 17, 2009 Two students ran from The Family Foundation School at 10AM on what turned out to be the second coldest day of the year. The high for the day was predicted to be no more than 17 degrees and the thermometer on my front porch hadn’t cracked zero when I got the call at 10:05. By the time we got them that afternoon. One would need hospitalization for frostbite.

Rita and Ripley
At FFS we have a protocol that rank’s search responses for three levels of urgency. This received the most urgent classification. Even so, I didn’t plunge into the woods. The protocol is to let a little bit of distance get between the tracker and the students and to try to apprehend them through attraction or containment. Most of the time, left to their own devices, the 40 or so students who run from the school each year move north west from the school and follow state route 97 into town. If we follow them too closely, we risk forcing them away from the road and into the woods. That was the last thing I wanted to do on a day like this.
My backer this time was my son, Alex Carroll. A former U.S. soldier he has always loved the outdoors. He is a regular part of the school’s emergency response team and I sometimes think the only reason he doesn’t join a SAR team is because his mom is into it. I lent him my extra set of Kathoolas and we were off.
For the first 15 minutes or so, I was hopeful. The boys’ tracks were heading for the highway.
I had my Garmin Astro, a pair of GPS’s for Ripley and me that lets me keep track of her. Watching the GPS, I knew that something was wrong. Ripley turned due south, away from the road and into the woods.

Garmin Astro
On that course in this weather the students were in real danger. We radioed in, suggesting that base contact the closest members of Eagle Valley, especially Kyle and Maya. I knew that Ripley could not keep up her current pace long enough to get the job done
Sometimes runaways stop at Tomar Hunting club and try to break in. These two went right past. We followed. About 1/2 mile past the club and the last vehicle access for several miles. I decided it was time to stop. Neither of the boys was appropriately dressed. One was severely under dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a medium weight jacket. We needed to keep this search going.
Three other FFS employees took over: my sister, Ann Janauer, her husband, Gerald and her daughter, Kate.
My truck and the replacement team arrived at the hunting club at the same time. Ripley dove into the truck, glad for the rest, and we briefed our replacements. I also lent them some gear. The NY State Police showed up and made what was to become the most common comment of the day. “Who runs away on the coldest day of the year?” (See story on my blog)
I drove back to the school. While Alex got some food and water, I checked in with Kyle. His ETA was 3:30. Karen was unavailable. Sarah made it over from Fishs Eddy. We picked her up and went out again, keeping track of my sister’s team via radio, we delivered lunch and water to one of the guys on containment, and patrolled Lordville road.
The tracking team reported that the students altered course from due south to south west. Our best guess, based upon our knowledge of the terrain features was that the students were headed for Lordville. A short while after we got there, the tracking team popped out of the woods and onto the road.

Runaway route. Distance approx 9.5 miles
Time for Ripley’s second act, this time working on-lead on a hard surface.

None of the people involved in this search are trained man-trackers. The roads in Lordville were fairly clean and dry. I doubt we could have visually tracked the boys. We needed Ripley’s help to point us in the right direction. She took us to Warren road. It wasn’t as well plowed and there was just enough snow slime on the road that we probably could have tracked them visually. Instead we used what we were seeing to confirm Ripley’s work. I noticed the same boot print I had seen in the morning and we noticed a sneaker print that was very clear. Boots was walking on the left and Sneaker on the right. Sarah and Alex followed the tracks. I followed Ripley. About a mile down the road, the trail went toward the river.
Our support vehicle had taken the other team back to base and at that moment we were out of radio contact with everyone. I decided to leave Sarah on Warren road to wait for the truck and report. Alex, Ripley and I pushed on. It was a short distance to the railroad tracks that led into Hancock. We had to go down a very steep bank and I must have looked foolish holding on to the trailing lead in one hand, trying to do a controlled crash into trees and branches that I could use to keep myself from falling. [click to continue…]