How low can you get in life?  Called out last night for a potentially 
suicidal woman.  The husband reported her missing after finding what looked
like a suicide note crumpled in the trashcan.  After searching for a few
hours, woman was found still alive.  When we get her home, husband goes, in a
accusatory voice "where the hell where you?" and  gets promptly kicked out of
the house by the daughter.  So, he's  standing in the rain saying "What did I
do?"

Idiot.

So, who the hell goes skiing out of bounds on a night that's expected  to drop
to below 25 degrees F?  Well, these two did, and luckily for them, they were
found alive with just frostbite to remind them of how lucky they really are. 
It was a freezing carryout, but in the end, it was nice that we brought a live
patient back from the woods this time. It had been too long...

Be afraid, I'll be teaching a class this evening on outdoor navigation. These
guys don't know what they are getting in to, or more appropriately, what they
won't be able to get out of...

Still now news on the kid, on what his cause of death was.  From what I have
heard, it was exposure, but I don't know if it was trauma related or not. 
Despite that, we had a fun-filled weekend, with a callout to a state park to
rescue a guy who had collapsed due to hypothermia, and  another call on Sunday
to search for a guy who drowned while saving  his dog after it fell in a pool.

The kid was found on Friday afternoon, deceased.  He was pretty far out  from
where we thought he was.  From what I have heard, the police are not involved
so it looks like the cause of death was exposure.  One of my friends who was
out searching the night that he disappeared found some footprints that could
have been his size, but was told that they  probably weren't, since a woman
had been hiking up where he was.  It  turns out that he was a kilometer from
where the kid was found, and that they may have been his.  Disturbing.

Fifth day of searching.  They would like us to go out tonight and  tomorrow
night, and do some more navigation for the dog teams.  Chances are good that
if he's in the area, they'll be able to pick up a scent. Of course, the reason
for that is that we are no longer really expecting to find the kid, but a
body.

We got called out on Monday night for a missing 10 year old boy, who had been
gone for a few hours.  Searched most of the night for him, came  back the next
day, searched some more.  Due to the nature of the area that he disappeared
in, I find it very difficult to belive that he is still there.  The dogs
didn't find him, we didn't find him.  If he was  there, dead or alive, we
would have spotted him.  Now, they are hoping  that we can go out again
tomorrow night to search.  I'm beat, but torn on whether I should go, despite
my lack of hope for finding this kid.

Last night, on my way out to search, a woman who looked distraught  looked at
me as I was walking out and said "Thanks."  I'm guessing  that was the kid's
mother.  I have no idea what's going through her mind right now, nor do I ever
want to be in her position, but how can I look her back in the eye with my
belief that her kid has been kidnapped by someone, and that we are just out
there to make her feel like everything is being done to find him?