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Lost hiker relies on ingenuity, 40-year-old gift to survive 17 days in Oregon wilds
Oregon Live ^ | Jul 20, 2021

Posted on 07/22/2021 8:03:44 AM PDT by SJackson

May 5 started out as just another Wednesday. Harry Burleigh kissed his wife of 40 years, Stacy, goodbye as he headed to Toketee Lake for an overnight fishing trip.

The plan was to spend the night at the lake, go chasing some German brown trout the following day and head back to the couple’s Roseburg home. After all, Mother’s Day was that coming Sunday.

Fishing from a kayak the following morning, 69-year-old Harry Burleigh was having a little luck.

“I caught a couple of nice ones, kissed them on the snout and let them go,” Harry Burleigh said at a Thursday morning press conference at the Douglas County Courthouse.

As the wind kicked up, it became difficult to keep his kayak stable and in the early afternoon, he paddled back to shore, loaded the kayak onto the top of his vehicle and began to make his way back down Highway 138 East to Roseburg.

But it was still early in the afternoon. There was still plenty of daylight. Plenty of time to do a little more fishing.

“I wasn’t done adventuring,” he said.

So he decided to give Twin Lakes a try.

“I figured, ‘Let’s take that road and see where it leads,’” Harry Burleigh said. “It was 10 miles up a pretty steep road, but I got to the trailhead.”

At approximately 4 p.m., he arrived at the trailhead, filled out a sign-in card and left it on the dash of his vehicle with a note: “Be back tonight.”

“The trail was only a mile and a quarter and I thought, ‘I can dash that,’” he said.

Burleigh was double-layered with clothing, but for just a short hike and a few casts, he didn’t feel the need to carry more than he needed: no compass, no map, no beanie cap, not even a water bottle. It was only a mile and a quarter, after all. His footwear consisted of only wool socks and a pair of leather hiking sandals, “Which were great for the kayak.”

“I didn’t need the pack with my extra shirt. I was just going to make a couple of casts,” Burleigh recalled. “I’m ready to go.”

DEEP FOREST

When Harry Burleigh set out for Toketee Lake, Stacy Burleigh told him that if he wanted to stay an extra night, that would be fine.

“The first night, I wasn’t all that nervous,” Stacy Burleigh said. “For the first couple of days, I was thinking he was going to be coming home. But that second night, I started making phone calls. I was getting really nervous.”

Stacy Burleigh was under the impression that she had to wait 48 hours to report her husband as missing, so she waited two days to make the call. She later learned she only had to wait to 24 hours.

Meanwhile, Harry Burleigh was getting further and further from his desired fishing hole.

“It was a brisk hike through deep, tall timber and it smelled gorgeous,” Harry Burleigh said Thursday, wearing a dark green T-shirt which read “Deep Forest” with a screen print of fish in a river. “I crossed a little stream, went further and ran into snow where the trail markers were. That would have been a good spot to say, ‘This might be a good point to turn around.’

“I knew I was close (to the lakes), so I stayed on that trail.”

Harry Burleigh didn’t realize the trail to Twin Lakes took a hard left turn at that junction. His wrong turn soon found him in a fight for his life.

WHERE AM I?

The late afternoon daylight was turning to dusk. It was approximately 5:15 p.m., and Harry Burleigh was hit with the realization he was going to be spending the night in the woods.

“I just took a deep breath and asked myself, ‘What’s the mental imagery I had when I came in?’” he said. “I had dashed, and my mental imagery was distorted. I took a deep breath and told myself to stay calm.”

The contours of the canyon ridges only caused him to be drawn further from his destination.

“I felt like I knew where I was at, that I had terrain awareness, but I didn’t,” he said. His map and compass were back in his car at the trailhead. “There was no cell service. I couldn’t call (Stacy) or anyone else for that matter and let them know where I’m at and I knew that I’m going way off target here.”

Harry Burleigh found himself on a steep slope. He concocted a makeshift shelter for the night, although he didn’t sleep. At first light that Friday morning, he was greeted with snow. He realized he was in the area of — ironically — Deception Creek, and at least knew that he was well off track.

“I was responsible for my own path to get out, and that motivated me to say I’ve got to do this myself,” he said.

He came across a rock ledge with two large logs long enough to lead him down into a ravine to the creek, where he could finally get some water. He began leading himself carefully down one of the logs when he lost his balance and fell. His head bounced off the second log. He landed on his fishing pole, which was attached to his belt, and his reel slammed into his hip.

“Now I’m on the bigger log, trying to get my sense, and I have blood dripping,” he said. “In an instant, everything became very serious. This was no longer a hike. I had to be mindful, stay focused on the moment.

“That was a realization. You know you did everything wrong, but at that point, you can’t knock yourself down. You have to stay focused and do something, do it your best and don’t expect more.”

Meanwhile, in Roseburg, Stacy Burleigh has called to report her husband as missing.

A CALL OF SUPPORT

After Stacy Burleigh called the Douglas County Sheriff’s Office to report that her husband was missing, she received a return call from Deputy Dave Ward, who works with the county’s Search and Rescue team. Her communication with Deputy Ward would prove to become a source of peace.

“That deputy was a Godsend for me,” she said. “He called every day. It would get hard, but every morning would be a new day. I had hope. When I have information, it makes me feel better. Getting that information from the deputy was what got me through.”

Meanwhile, her husband was lost in difficult terrain with a skewed sense of direction, and Stacy relied on those calls from the deputy and the support from the community to keep hope alive.

“Sharing with the (online) community was what kind of got me through it,” she said. “It felt like there were people there with me. To have that message go from Roseburg, throughout Douglas County, across the United States and into the world, that was very uplifting. It kept me going.”

Two days after Harry Burleigh took his wrong turn, his son, Kaylan Burleigh, arrived in Roseburg from Tucson, Arizona, to help support his mom.

IMPROVISATION

Harry Burleigh had reached the confluence of Twin and Calf creeks and decided to shelter there. After all, while he had not eaten in four days, at least he had water nearby. Using fern branches under a low cover of Douglas Fir limbs, he was able to build a shelter to minimize the elements, which included low overnight temperatures and the threat of inclement weather.

But, he didn’t have anything to keep his head warm. His beanie cap was back at the trailhead.

So he got creative.

“I took the cover off my fishing creel, used a fillet knife to cut the creel pack and made a headcover,” Harry Burleigh said. “It was kind of funky looking, but it was pretty effective, except for the top of my head.”

Then another idea struck.

“I thought to myself, ‘What do you need underwear for? Just go commando,’” he said. So he removed his underwear, sewed one leg shut and suddenly had a head covering proper enough to help minimize the loss of body heat escaping through his head.

“It took a couple of days to assimilate it to the natural forest smells,” he said with a wry grin, “but it kept my head warm.”

The next day, Harry Burleigh was working his way up another steep slope when he heard the sound of an airplane. He removed his sweatshirt, pulled out his car keys — the nearest thing he had that might somehow reflect a glimmer of sunlight — found an opening in the timber and began waving them as the plane passed over. The pilot didn’t see him.

“I blessed him then and I bless him still now,” Harry Burleigh said. “He was trying to see something in a hole in the trees, and there’s a gazillion of these holes and every bit he moved, the angles changed. The ‘needle in a haystack’ is so true.

“There were highs and lows, but that was a high. Just to see that someone was actually out there.”

FORGOTTEN GIFT, LAST RESORT

It had been at least a week since Harry Burleigh had eaten, and at least a week since he had a fire. He was getting proficient at literally rubbing two sticks together, and said that the sticks would be too hot to touch. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to spark the tinder for his fire.

Then he remembered a 40-year-old gift that he’d forgotten he had.

“About 40 years ago, my father-in-law gave me a gift and said, ‘Here, put this in your wallet. You might need it someday,’” he said.

That gift was a plastic magnifying glass. Harry Burleigh said that every time he got a new wallet, that plastic magnifier would always be in there.

He was finally able to combine the direct sunlight and that magnifying glass to create enough heat to start a fire. The problem was that the wood he had gathered, with the plan of hunkering down for a couple of days, was so dry that it burned through on the first night. His attempt to use moss to try to create smoke — which might be seen from overhead — was squelched by the wind effects of the canyon he was in. The smoke would dissipate before it had a chance to reach the canopy.

“At that point, I wasn’t thinking very clearly,” Harry Burleigh said. “No wood, no fire, no smoke, no food.”

He eventually got to higher ground and tried to use nearby logs to create markers such as “HELP” or “SOS” which might have been seen by passing aircraft. While trying to construct these markers, his body was overheated.

“My tongue was dried out, my peripheral vision was starting to go,” he said. “I got some shade, but I wasn’t recuperating.”

Harry Burleigh had reached his last resort.

“I had read about it. I had seen movies about it,” he said, “and I drank my own urine.”

A short-term hydration solution, Harry Burleigh still needed to get fresh water. The water was at the bottom of the ravines, while his chance to be spotted was on the ridge tops. And he was growing exhausted.

AT LAST: HOPE

When Kaylan Burleigh arrived in Roseburg, he was invited along with a friend to be a part of the search and rescue operation. While not put in harm’s way, they could help search softer terrain for signs of Harry Burleigh.

On Day 10 of the search operation, Stacy Burleigh said Kaylan was given a radio and GPS unit to follow communications during the search.

Harry Burleigh’s original camp — the one near the confluence of Twin and Calf creeks — had been found. In that camp, pictures sent to the family from search and rescue members confirmed that some of the items found — including a fishing tackle box — were, in fact, Harry’s.

“It was really awesome for (Kaylan) to be there and listening to that,” Stacy Burleigh said.

In that singular moment, Stacy Burleigh and her son had a reason for optimism.

Meanwhile, Harry Burleigh was on Day 12, and things were beginning to unravel further.

He abandoned his outpost on the ridge to try to follow a creek that he believed would lead him to Twin Lakes and, ultimately, to that same mile and a quarter trail out of the wilderness. When he came to a sheer rock wall — alongside a waterfall that he said he was “mesmerized” by — he saw a possible path to the top, but knew it was going to be difficult for an already worn-out 69-year-old man.

“I took a couple of pretty serious tumbles, but I managed to get up about halfway and my sandal disintegrated,” Harry Burleigh said. “It was just hanging by the ankle strap. I had just twisted my ankle, I was stabbed by a branch in my other foot, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

“I had to get to the top.”

He made it to the top to hear the sound of a Coast Guard search and rescue helicopter dispatched from North Bend. Harry Burleigh raced as best he could to get to a clearing where the crew of the helicopter could see him, but got there moments too late.

“I blessed him,” he said of the pilot. “He was doing his job the best he could.”

THE ‘TEA POT’

Harry Burleigh made it to another ridgetop and built a three-sided structure out of random limbs, and finally found a water source: a tree that had snapped in half that had water pooled in its stump.

“I scooped out all of the debris, bark chips, some mosquito larvae,” he said. “The water was brownish, like the color of my sandals.”

He took advantage of the water source, as well as the nutrients of a couple of grubs he found in the stump.

“I called that my teapot,” he said.

Meanwhile, Kaylan Burleigh had to return to Tucson: his children needed him, and he had a job interview coming up. Now, Stacy Burleigh was on her own, except for the daily calls from Deputy Ward and the vast support of the online community.

Some 50 miles away, her husband was doing his damnedest to just put one foot in front of the other.

“I would take one step with love, grab some love, and take another step,” Harry Burleigh said. “It centered on that love, and I tried to focus on that love.

“All of a sudden it became about ‘One more day.’ One more day to be here. One more day to see my wife.”

THE RESCUE

It’s May 23, and Harry Burleigh is both mentally and physically drained. His body is beaten up, his mind wandering. That morning, he hears a bellow through the woods. It’s human.

He replied in kind with all the energy he could muster.

“This man, I call him ‘Guffaw Man’, shows up and he helps me to sit down,” he recalled when he engaged one of the first rescuers. Another search and rescue team member helped hold him so that he could relax while the first man put fresh socks on Harry Burleigh’s damaged feet. A third rescuer presented Harry with a bottle of Gatorade, blueberry/raspberry flavor.

“That was like God’s own stash of honey,” he said.

A fourth searcher in the group asked what he had been eating for the past 17 days. Harry Burleigh said the menu consisted of some millipedes, termites (“Tricky to catch”), the occasional scorpion, one crawfish and a big snail.

As the initial search and rescue responders were attending to Harry, a very worried woman received a phone call back in Roseburg.

“Around 2 p.m., I got a phone call from (Deputy Ward),” Stacy Burleigh recalled. “He said, ‘I’ve got some good news ... Harry’s alive!

“We both started crying on the phone. He said they had found him and he was being helicoptered out.”

EXHAUSTION AND FULFILLMENT

Harry Burleigh was immediately transported by helicopter to PeaceHealth Sacred Heart Medical Center at Riverbend, where he spent his first 12 days in the intensive care unit. He was suffering from malnutrition, dehydration, hypothermia and gastrointestinal issues, not to mention the fact that his feet had suffered a significant amount of trauma.

“They swelled up like two big footballs with little bitty toes on them,” he said.

He was down to 152 pounds when his normal walking-around weight was at about 180. He was emaciated due to the lack of nutrition. He joked that during a recent morning when he and Stacy were brushing their teeth together, he noticed just one sign of his body’s recovery. He explained by flexing his right arm to show an impressively constructed biceps muscle.

Harry Burleigh’s body is recovering. There is still a combination of nerve damage and pain due to swelling in his feet, for which he still requires a cane to maintain his balance, although the nerve damage is expected to heal and the swelling to dissipate.

However, he said that during a time when he could have easily died in the elements, his soul was enriched.

“I left that mountaintop with something I didn’t have before. My body was beaten beyond what it could give,” he said. “My mind was stretched beyond what I thought I could do.

“But my life spark, that loving energy that we have inside of us, was filled.”


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To: SJackson

When I go wandering in the Arizona desert I have an iPad with the Gaia GPS app on it. There is a breadcrumb trail that allows me to backtrack, so I’ll never get lost. My iPhone also has the Gaia GPS app on it, so I also have a backup. And unlike a map, I always know exactly where I am.


21 posted on 07/22/2021 8:41:15 AM PDT by AlaskaErik (In time of peace, prepare for war.)
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To: rlmorel

Navy brat? ;-)


22 posted on 07/22/2021 8:41:23 AM PDT by Allegra
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To: SJackson
Harry Burleigh didn’t realize the trail to Twin Lakes took a hard left turn at that junction. His wrong turn soon found him in a fight for his life.

Just a guess, but I think it is likely he followed an animal trail because there was a lack of activity on the human trail.

23 posted on 07/22/2021 8:41:49 AM PDT by EVO X ( )
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To: SJackson

Sounds like he was a bit naive thinking ‘Nature is Beautiful and the Forest is my Friend’.

1.25 miles is a long way into the woods.


24 posted on 07/22/2021 8:42:33 AM PDT by Pollard
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To: Allegra

LOL, yes...and so was my buddy. Funny, his father was a LCDR who was an administrator for the SERE training over at Cubi Point...and we both got lost!


25 posted on 07/22/2021 8:45:31 AM PDT by rlmorel (Leftists are The Droplet of Sewage in a gallon of ultra-pure clean water.)
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To: DesertRhino
"That basic boy scout knife, a firestarter, signal mirror, a ziplock bag to use as a canteen with some water purification pills, and a space blanket would nearly fit in the space of a pack of playing cards and weigh nothing."

Throw in a cheap, decent orienteering compass (or a military lensatic if you're ok with a little more bulk) as well. Then you have directional awareness as well as a fire starting magnifying lens. But as this story reinforces, and others have noted, the most important piece of survival gear is the right mental state.

26 posted on 07/22/2021 8:46:29 AM PDT by Joe 6-pack
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To: bgill

“He’s an idiot.”

First time we took our boat out the inlet, we were so far out we could not see land. It was about 12 noon so the sun was right above us. We had no idea which way land was.

My girl took out her phone “Go home”, it pointed us in the right direction.


27 posted on 07/22/2021 8:47:09 AM PDT by VastRWCon (Fake News")
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To: bgill

I’ve no doubt spotting a wee human in the trees is almost impossible. But I think you’d have a better chance on the ridge finding a clearing or clearcut area and probably have a better chance having smoke from a fire spotted.

Agree that he is real lucky he didn’t fall and die from a blow to the head.


28 posted on 07/22/2021 8:49:08 AM PDT by ProtectOurFreedom (“Criminal democrats kill babies, folks. Do you think anything else is a problem for them?” ~ joma89)
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To: SJackson
I am sorry but if you are lost in western Oregon, drinking piss, and cannot find water then you are an idiot - full stop. The man was well on his way to getting a Darwin Award but was pulled back into the gene pool.

You have work at it to avoid water in western Oregon, it is a rain forest after all, and in this article this manlet even talks about snow on the ground for Pete's sake. The stupid ass was literally walking on water. He also made the mistake of staying on a ridge with greater exposure to the elements and where there is likely to be little water and less food than in the valley bottoms.

He went into the woods with fishing gear yet he didn't fish for for food, He had a brain-fart of an idea and made a beanie cap out of his fishing bag: “I took the cover off my fishing creel, used a fillet knife to cut the creel pack and made a headcover” He cut up a good bag holding his vital fishing gear to make a beanie because every douche in Oregon needs a beanie.

We also know from that sentence that this goober also had a knife. How can you starve in western Oregon with a knife and fishing gear? This mental midget could have used the knife to dig in rotten logs for grubs to eat, dug in the dirt for roots and tubers, or, heaven forbid, there are rocks in thos mountains that when hit with the steel of a KNIFE throw sparks to start a fire.

As for getting lost the man has zero orientation skills. Rivers always flow downhill towards civilization. The Sun rises in the east and sets in the west. So does the Moon. These things are obvious if you just sit still and think about them.

I am not even going to elaborate on the fact that he carried a magnifying glass around in his wallet for 40 years and it took him over a week to remember that he had it on him.

29 posted on 07/22/2021 8:51:56 AM PDT by wildcard_redneck ( COVID lockdowns are the Establishment's attack on the middle class and our Republic )
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To: Joe 6-pack
.. the most important piece of survival gear is the right mental state

And a good sense of when "Don't do this...too many things can go wrong" should warn you off. Heading into the deep woods at 4 pm in early May is not a good idea. He should have listened to the little voice saying "don't go."

30 posted on 07/22/2021 8:52:36 AM PDT by ProtectOurFreedom (“Criminal democrats kill babies, folks. Do you think anything else is a problem for them?” ~ joma89)
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To: bgill
His problem started here...

“I caught a couple of nice ones, kissed them on the snout and let them go...,”

31 posted on 07/22/2021 8:55:11 AM PDT by Magnum44 (...against all enemies, foreign and domestic...)
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To: DesertRhino
"car at the trailhead" -- funny how that was omitted from the story, isn't it? That's usually how search & rescue starts out.

“I figured, ‘Let’s take that road and see where it leads.’” It was 10 miles up a pretty steep road, but I got to the trailhead.” So he was in unfamiliar territory, to boot.

32 posted on 07/22/2021 8:55:30 AM PDT by ProtectOurFreedom (“Criminal democrats kill babies, folks. Do you think anything else is a problem for them?” ~ joma89)
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To: Rummyfan

There have been high-profile cases of people dying in or near their cars in the region when lost.


33 posted on 07/22/2021 9:04:25 AM PDT by gundog (It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. )
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To: DesertRhino
"somehow never fisbed"

Would not have helped if he did fish.

First parts of the story he would kiss the fish then release them back into the water.

Some people will never break protocol.

34 posted on 07/22/2021 9:06:44 AM PDT by Deaf Smith (When a Texan takes his chances, chances will be taken that's for sure.)
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To: ProtectOurFreedom

Get up high, and set fire to one of their precious trees. They’ll find you.


35 posted on 07/22/2021 9:06:59 AM PDT by gundog (It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. )
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To: ProtectOurFreedom

I got lost in the woods once. Kept firing 3 shots in the air till I ran out of arrows.

Actually in new territory the trick is to stop every few yards and look back. going back always looks different so you need to get familiar with that direction. Eons ago we did a lot of survival camping for fun. A little common sense, sense of direction and supplies-like was said above— makes all the difference.


36 posted on 07/22/2021 9:10:51 AM PDT by oldasrocks
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To: oldasrocks

“stop every few yards and look back”

That also helps spot the mountain lions, pumas, catamounts and cougars planning on having YOU for dinner.


37 posted on 07/22/2021 9:12:29 AM PDT by ProtectOurFreedom (“Criminal democrats kill babies, folks. Do you think anything else is a problem for them?” ~ joma89)
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To: SJackson

Streams always flow downhill. Unless he managed to go over a mountain, the stream would have took him back to where he started.


38 posted on 07/22/2021 9:14:20 AM PDT by Beagle8U ("Jim Acosta pissed in the press pool.")
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To: ProtectOurFreedom
A little dark, but this guy died, lost in Oregon:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PF-wDxP-_94

Looks like it took four days to find his car.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Levin_(actor)

39 posted on 07/22/2021 9:16:38 AM PDT by gundog (It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. )
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To: wildcard_redneck

“He went into the woods with fishing gear yet he didn’t fish for for food,”

He couldn’t fish, he ate the bait. ( grubs etc) sarc.


40 posted on 07/22/2021 9:20:12 AM PDT by Beagle8U ("Jim Acosta pissed in the press pool.")
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