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The web site itself may have changed. You can check the current page or check for previous versions at the Internet Archive. Yahoo! is not affiliated with the authors of this page or responsible for its content. Unforgiving Forests 28 Dartmouth Medicine Winter 2000 Unforgiving Forests Microbiologist Philip Nice, facing the camera, was one of numerous Dartmouth College and Dartmouth Medical School faculty members and students who took to the woods in the wake of a 1959 plane crash in an effort to find the downed planes pilot and pas- sengerboth of whom were members of the DMS faculty. DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES Dartmouth Medicine 29 Winter 2000 A s freezing rain and dense fog enveloped
the Upper Connecticut River Valley on
the morning of December 24, 1996, a Learjet own by two Connecticut-based pilots re-
quested clearance to land at the Lebanon, N.H.,
Airport. Partway into their instrument approach
through the storm, the pilots aborted the landing
and regained altitude for a second try. Moments lat-
er, the Learjet disappeared from the control towers
radar screens. The ensuing air and ground search involved hundreds of volunteers, including several Dart-
mouth medical student members of the Upper Val-
ley Wilderness Response Team. More than a dozen
Army helicopters were committed to the effort.
Scuba divers scoured the depths of several lakes.
Debate raged over how far the plane might have
traveled before it crashed. When all reasonable
hope of the pilots survival was gone, and addition-
al snow accumulation made it unlikely that the
sleek jet would be discovered before the spring
thaw, the official search was suspended. Still, scat-
tered groups of volunteers and members of the pi-
lots families continued to search the regions heav-
ily wooded hillsides for many months afterward. O ne reason so many Upper Valley resi-
dents refused to abandon the search for
the two young pilots from Connecticut was the still-vivid memory of an equally puzzling
airplane crash in 1959. That crash devastated the
then-small Dartmouth Medical School communi-
ty, for its pilot and passenger were both members of
the DMS faculty. Ralph Miller, M.D., was chair of pathology, di- rector of the laboratories at Mary Hitchcock
Memorial Hospital, and a senior consultant in
pathology for the Veterans Administration Hospi-
tal in White River Junction, Vt. A graduate of both
Dartmouth College and the Medical School, hed
been on the faculty at DMS since 1931, after com-
pleting his M.D. at Harvard, a year of internship at
Mary Hitchcock, and a fellowship in pathology at
the Mayo Foundation. In 1959, at 60 years of age,
he was at the peak of his career. When he wasnt teaching medical students or performing autopsies, Miller was doing something In 1959, two members of the Dartmouth Medical School faculty set out in a small plane on a medical mission to northern New Hampshire. They never returned. Four decades later, the impact of their death in the North Countrys unforgiving forests still resonates through Dartmouth and the regions wilderness rescue community. John Morton was head coach of mens skiing at Dartmouth Col-
lege from 1978 to 1989. He now designs trails for cross-country
running and skiing and writes about the outdoors from his home
in Thetford, Vt. He is also a six-time member as a competitor,
coach, or team leader of the U.S. Olympic biathlon team. This is
not the rst time Morton has written about harrowing cold-weath-
er exploits for Dartmouth Medicine; his Drama on Denali
was the cover feature in the Winter 1999 issue. Among the sources
Morton found especially helpful in researching this story was an
article titled The Missing Doctors by Floyd W. Ramsey, pub-
lished in the Winter 1986 issue of Magnetic North magazine. By John Morton Life is either a daring adventure
or nothing at all. Helen Keller 30 Dartmouth Medicine Winter 2000 in the outdoors. He maintained a lifelong connec-
tion with the Dartmouth Outing Club, which he
had joined when he was an undergraduate. His love
of Alpine skiing had inspired his son, Ralph, Jr.,
also a Dartmouth College graduate, to establish the
world speed record on skis in 1955 and to earn a
spot on the 1956 Olympic ski team. Both father
and son were known for their love of the rugged
outdoors and for going fast. But perhaps Dr. Millers greatest joy was ying. He was an accomplished pilot with more than 20
years of experience in several types of private air-
craft. He had own two Arctic research expeditions
for Dartmouth and was a charter member of the
Lebanon chapter of the Civil Air Patrol. And it was
not uncommon for him to combine his passion for
ying with his medical work. He frequently trav-
eled in his own plane to medical conferences all
over the country and, in the course of doing au-
topsies around the state, had flown into many a
small airstrip in remote New Hampshire towns. On the morning of Saturday, February 21, 1959, Miller agreed to fly his colleague Robert Quinn,
M.D., to Berlin, N.H., north of the White Moun-
tains. Quinn had been asked to consult on a pa-
tient there with serious heart problems, while
Miller himself was already planning to y north to
do an autopsy in Lancaster, N.H., only 20 miles
from Berlin. Quinn, 32 years old, was a respected
young cardiologist who had been recruited to Dart-
mouth in 1956. After earning his M.D. from Yale,
Quinn had served two years in the Army Medical
Corps and done research at Harvard before joining
the faculty at Dartmouth and the medical staff at
both the Hitchcock Clinic and the White River
Junction VA Hospital. The weather was not good when Millers cream and red Piper Comanche left Lebanon Airport, but
the weather in northern New England is seldom
ideal for yingand Quinn was urgently needed at
the Berlin Hospital. Miller had filed a six-hour
round-trip ight plan that on the way back would
bring them over Gorham and Littleton, then down
the Connecticut River to Lebanon. On the out-
bound leg, Miller planned to drop Quinn off in
Berlin to see his cardiac patient, then make a short
hop to an airstrip in Whiteeld, N.H.; from there,
he would travel to nearby Lancaster to perform the
autopsy before ying back to Berlin to pick up his
colleague for the trip home. A ll went according to schedule until Miller
returned to Berlin from Whitefield in
mid-afternoon. The weather was deterio- rating, and shortly before 3:00 p.m., Dr. Miller can-
celed his original ight plan. The two doctors then Ralph Millers greatest joy was
probably ying. He is pictured at
right ready to go aloft and
above, in August of 1955, with
Dartmouth anthropologist Elmer
Harp; they had just returned
from a two-month expedition to
the Northwest Territories, and
Harp recalls that Miller had
taught him to y before they left,
so there would be a second pilot
in the plane. When Miller
crashed in 1959, numerous
aircraftboth private and mili-
tary (below)joined in the
search for his downed plane. DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES Dartmouth Medicine 31 Winter 2000 went into nearby Milan for a quick lunch, probably
hoping the weather would improve. Sometime
around 3:30, the cream and red Comanche was seen
taking off from the Berlin airport, even though
there were serious snow squalls in the vicinity.
Miller hadnt submitted a revised flight plan yet,
but the airport official who saw him depart assumed
hed le one by radio. Although he had 20 years experience as a pilot, Miller had had only eight hours of instrument train-
ing, so he generally ew low enough to follow the
highways. His plane was identied over Route 2 in
Jefferson at 3:35 p.m. At roughly the same time, an
Army pilot ying high overhead in the clouds heard
Miller twice try to radio the Whitefield Airport.
According to the Army pilot, there was no response
from Whitefield. No further sightings or reports
were ever conrmed. At 9:00 p.m. that same night, Modestino Cris- citiello, M.D.a close friend of the Quinns and,
like the young cardiologist, a 1956 addition to the
Clinic staff and the DMS facultyinformed the
Civil Aeronautics Authority that the two physi-
cians had not returned as expected. Despite sub-
zero temperatures and continued snow squalls, a
search was launched before dawn on Sunday morn-
ing. It quickly became one of the most extensive
searches in the states history, covering hundreds of
square miles from Vermont in the west, to Maine in
the east, and as far south as Keene, N.H. Although the air search was hampered by sev- eral days of bad weather, it eventually involved the
Civil Air Patrol, the National Guard, the Army,
and the Air Force, as well as dozens of private
planes. February 25four days after the doctors
disappearancebrought the rst really good weath-
er for aerial surveillance; that day, 70 aircraft criss-
crossed northern New Hampshire. More than 260
suspected sightings had been reported and were in-
vestigated, but none turned up the missing Co-
manche. The intensive air search, which included
both xed-wing planes and helicopters, continued
for several more days. Before the Air Force with-
drew from the effort in early March, its pilots alone
had contributed nearly 450 sorties, 700 hours of y-
ing time, and 5,000 gallons of fuel. Meanwhile, a massive ground search was also under way, covering some of the wildest terrain in
the Northeast. Soldiers from the National Guard,
state police officers, and conservation officers from
the Department of Fish and Game were joined by
numerous faculty members and students from both
the Medical School and the College, including
many members of the Dartmouth Outing Club. The
Dartmouth-based searchers were inspired by the
tireless efforts of Philip Nice, M.D., a pathology de- partment colleague of Millers, and by Ralph Miller,
Jr., the pilots son, who at the time of the accident
was a second-year medical student at Dartmouth.
But in spite of heroic efforts by hundreds of volun-
teers, who endured extended exposure to severe
winter conditions, hope that the doctors would be
found alive began to fade as the days passed. Even if [the doctors] escaped death when their plane went down, reported the local Valley News
on February 26, it is doubtful if they could resist
ve nights with temperatures as low as 30 degrees
below zero. On March 1, eight days after the
planes disappearance, the official search was halt-
ed. Added to the dwindling hope of a successful res-
cue was fear of possible casualties among the ground
searchers, since even daytime temperatures were
below zero. Still, sporadic search efforts continued,
including occasional air sorties financed by the
Medical School and Mary Hitchcock Hospital. March and April passed, without any sign of the missing plane. Searchers puzzled, said one news-
paper headline, while the accompanying story read,
The grim question is How can the wreckage of an
airplane remain undiscovered with so many planes
and searchers probing the area? F inally, on Tuesday, May 5, more than two
months after the accident, a private plane
chartered by Dartmouth, piloted by Richard Stone, and carrying as observer a New Hampshire
conservation officer named Richard Melendywas
searching the Pemigewasset Wilderness, located
east of the impressive Franconia Ridge. The Pemi,
as it is known to hiking and camping enthusiasts, is
the large, uninhabited interior of the White Moun-
tain National Forest. Logging operations there in
the 1800s had left a network of overgrown skid
roads and an abandoned railroad bed once used to
extract millions of board-feet of timber. Today, the southern boundary of the Pemige- wasset is marked by the popular Kancamagus High-
way, which bisects the White Mountain National
Forest from Lincoln to Conway. But in 1959, the
Kancamagus was still on the drawing boards, and
the heart of the Pemi was about as far from a paved
road as one could get in New Hampshire. At about 4:00 p.m. on May 5, Officer Melendy spotted the wreckage of a small plane across the
Thoreau Falls Trail, at nearly the geographical cen-
ter of the Pemi. Stone ew back to his base and re-
ported the sighting to John Rand, executive direc-
tor of the Dartmouth Outing Club. By 4:00 a.m.
the next morning, a search party had been mobi-
lized. It was led by Millers colleague Phil Nice and
included his son, Ralph, Jr.; Stone; Melendy; and
two other conservation officers familiar with the It was not uncommon for Miller to combine his passion for ying with his medical work. Miller (above) had been a mem-
ber of the DMS faculty since
1931, while Quinn (below) had
come to Hanover only three
years before the 1959 crash. DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES 32 Dartmouth Medicine Winter 2000 White Mountains. They found the trek slow going,
through patches of deep, soft snow and streams that
were brimming with spring runoff. A mile from the
crash site, one member of the search party discov-
ered an unusual knife in the snow. Ralph Miller, Jr.,
identied the instrument as a surgical scalpel iden-
tical to those used by his father. It was the rst in-
dication the searchers had that the doctors had sur-
vived the crash. Farther on, the wreckage was sighted. The plane was upside down, partially supported by birch
saplings, its crumpled left wing overhanging the
trail. Dr. Millers body was found under the wing.
He was wearing a winter jacket and boots. About
200 feet from the aircraft lay Quinns body. He wore
only street clothes and was missing his shoes, which
were never found. Millers jaw had been badly bro-
ken in the crash, but Quinn appeared to be unin-
jured. Near the bodies, hanging from birch saplings,
were two sets of crude snowshoes; they had been
cannily crafted from branches and surgical tape,
with bindings made of Ace bandages and adhesive
plaster. Under the left wing of the airplane, near
Dr. Millers body, was a neat pile of rewood that
had been cut with a surgical saw. Nearby were the
remnants of a signal re that, sadly, had never been
seen from the air. But the most poignant discovery was a plastic bottle found in the cockpit of the plane; a line care-
fully inscribed two inches up from the base was
marked CUT HERE. Inside, the searchers found
what amounted to a journal of the two doctors
struggle to stay alive in the four days following the
crash. On Monday, February 23, Doctor Miller had
written: When carb ice set us down here Saturday about 4:30 we made camp. Fair night. -5 F. Good wood
cut with hacksaw. Sunday noon we went south on snowshoes (home made) but the road petered out and we re-
turned with enough energy to secure wood for the
night. Again fairly comfortable. It is +5 this morning but reached -10 last night.
It is cloudy and I see little prospect of any planes reaching us today. We will go north with the chance this aban- doned rail road leads somewhere. My charts do not
give enough details to be sure where we are. Should
we not return, regrets to all. We will keep trying to
our limit. The ice formed so fast on the carb heat control it would not come on. This because I was throttled
down so the engine heat was not up to standard
200. It was the rst time I have had any icing with N5324P. One reason the crash site eluded
discovery so long is that it was
located well off the original ight
plan Miller had led for the re-
turn trip (above). It wasnt until
May that the plane was found
(right), in the heart of the White
Mountain National Forest. Below,
Ralph Miller, Jr., is pictured hold-
ing his fathers nal message,
which was written in crayon on
the fabric of the planes seat. Berlin Gorham Milan Hanover Lyme City or town Peak over
3,000 feet Original
ight plan Crash site Lincoln WHITE MTN NATIONAL FOREST Conway Smarts Mt Mt Moosilauke Franconia Notch Connecticut Mt Washington Pemigewasset Wilderness DETAIL AREA Jefferson Lancaster Littleton Whiteeld VERMONT MAINE NEW HAMPSHIRE 2 Lebanon River DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES Dartmouth Medicine 33 Winter 2000 Later that same morning, he wrote:
Monday 10 AMsnowingdecided against any snoeshoing [sic]. All energy used for wood cut-
tingI have little hopegood bye Bettyit has
all been wonderfulNo regrets except for Bob.
Have fun. That same day, Quinn wrote:
Up until today we were hopeful of being found, but no signs of rescue ship. Tried to walk out yesterday. No luck. I have be- come particularly weak. Fighting the cold is hard. The next day, Miller wrote:
Tuesday noon
Still tryingthough tools broken. Snow
No hope left.
On Wednesday, Millerevidencing the spirit of a physician-scientist to the endscrawled in cray-
on on the fabric of the planes seat: My last and most important message!! Survival instinct fights pain. R.E.M. Goodbye all. This is
saving a lot of experiments I hope. F or Ralph Miller, Jr., today a physician in Lex-
ington, Ky., the 41 years since his fathers
death have not dulled the tragic ironies of the accident. The night before the ill-fated ight,
father and son had had a spirited conversation
about the weather. Dr. Miller felt the most severe
storms of the winter were over, while his son argued
condently that more storms and signicant snow-
falls were still on the way. They bet a bottle of wine
on their predictions. The next day, shortly before Miller and Quinn made their nal departure from Berlin, young Ralph
Miller was enjoying a few runs at the Dartmouth
Skiway with Nice. Both noticed the cold, windy
weather, punctuated by harsh snow squalls that
dumped an accumulation of new coverage. In retrospect, Ralph, Jr., sees his fathers acci- dent as an unfortunate series of relatively minor
misjudgmentsnone of them serious individually,
but, in succession, tragically fatal. Although the
weather was threatening the night before the ight,
Dr. Miller was a man who enjoyed calculated risks,
and challenging weather was simply part of ying in
northern New England. But he also believed in be-
ing prepared; a veteran of two ying expeditions in
the Arctic, Miller owned a comprehensive winter
survival kit that he often carried in his plane. Un-
fortunately, however, the kit had been removed
from the airplane for a previous ight south and had
never been replaced. Millers son also remembers that the Comanche left Lebanon with less than full fuel tanks; again,
this was not a serious oversight by itself, but it
turned out that the plane couldnt be refueled in either Whiteeld or Berlin. That meant there was
just enoughbut none too muchfuel for the re-
turn ight. Finally, when the plane left Berlin for
the return flight, Miller could have climbed up
through the snow squalls, but he apparently felt
more comfortable staying below the clouds so he
could maintain visual contact with terrain that he
recognized. As the ceiling lowered, however, that
meant the option of returning to Berlin became im-
possible, since the narrow valley between Gorham
and Jefferson was too tight for a turn. Low on fuel and probably blinded by the swirling snow, Miller dropped the Comanches landing gear
and applied full flaps to reduce its airspeed as he
brought the airplane down in the midst of the Pemi.
It will never be known exactly what downed them,
but Millers poise and experience clearly avoided a
catastrophic impact with the ground. The fact that
both doctors survived the crash with minimal in-
juries is a tribute to his ability to handle a plane un-
der extreme conditions. Sadly, once the doctors were on the ground, the ironies continued to mount. The Comanches radio
had not been damaged in the crash, but the
wrecked plane was surrounded by 4,000-foot ridges
that effectively blocked any distant radio transmis-
sions. Nevertheless, had the weather cooperated,
Miller almost certainly would have been able to ra-
dio any planes flying overheadbut the winter
storms that hed bet his son were over kept search
planes out of the skies until Wednesday, the day the
doctors nally succumbed to the cold. A nal tragic misjudgment, for which the doc- tors cannot be blamed, involves their decision to
abort the effort to walk out from the crash site. Af-
ter their ingenious attempt to fabricate snowshoes
from the materials they had at hand, they followed
the abandoned logging railroad bed more than a
mile from the airplane. Given the severe cold and
the deep snow, it is unlikely that they could have
managed the 12-mile hike to the town of Lincoln,
but less than a mile from the point where Dr.
Millers scalpel was found, a Forest Service cabin
overlooks the logging trail. Although they had no
way of knowing it, the two doctors were a mere
eight-tenths of a mile from food and shelter that
would have allowed them to survive well beyond
Wednesday, when the air search began. R alph Miller, Jr., acknowledges that his fa-
ther thrived on taking calculated risks. Dr.
Miller enjoyed reading accounts of the Arctic and Antarctic explorations of Peary, Shack-
leton, and Byrd. And because his chosen eld with-
in medicine brought him into contact with death
almost daily, dying was for him not a terrifying The night before the ill-fated ight, Dr. Miller and his son had had a spirited conversation about the weather. Found at the crash site were two
pairs of handmade snowshoes
hanging on saplings (above) and
notes from the doctors (below,
a closeup of Millers last note). DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES 34 Dartmouth Medicine Winter 2000 philosophical concept but, instead, an inevitable
part of living. His journal entries during the nal
four days suggest an objective, scientific detach-
ment, rather than any sense of fear or desperation.
His only stated regret was for his young colleague. The search was also full of tragic ironies. Phil Nice has reected many times since 1959 on the
unsuccessful, though not completely misguided, ef-
fort. In my opinion, he says, the largest mistake
was a lack of a high-flying night search on the
22nd, during a break in the bad weather. After the
plane was discovered, he adds, we realized they did
have a re going that might have been seen. Nice
says an experienced pilot based in Lebanon put in
an urgent request to the military for a night search
on the 22nd. But the officer who was to be in
charge of the ights did not arrive until afternoon
because of engine trouble, explains Nice. In addition, although there was a massive mo- bilization of resources during the week following
the doctors disappearance, the operation lacked
cohesion. The search efforts were intense, but
chaotic, says Nice, due to too many units trying
to be helpful, with no central organization to coor-
dinate efforts. Nice also rues the fact that there was a sense of pessimism on the part of some experts, who were
assuming that it would not be possible to survive a
crash in the winter in New England. Those of us
who knew Ralph Miller were more optimistic. . . .
He was a knowledgeable outdoor person with good
survival skills. The snowshoes he made the first
night are evidence of that. But without a coordi-
nated search effort, that condence couldnt be re-
ported and acted upon. Finally, so many well-intentioned but erroneous sightings were reported that Nice believes it seri-
ously diluted the search effortstretching it far be-
yond the realistic location of the downed plane. A lthough the loss of Ralph Miller and
Robert Quinn was a devastating blow to
their families and a shock to the Dart- mouth medical community, the last four decades
have brought about changes that would have
pleased the two men. The Rare Book Room at
DMSs Dana Biomedical Library was named in Dr.
Quinns memory. And a Medical School lecture se-
ries was established in Dr. Millers name. The Dart-
mouth Outing Club also paid tribute to the two
men, by building the Miller-Quinn Airstrip in the
College Grant to provide safe haven for other small
planes that might be caught in similar circum-
stances over New Hampshires north woods. And their deaths were not in vain. The inci- dent galvanized the community and began a tradi- Although an extensive search
(above) was mounted after the
plane disappeared, the effort
was hampered by communica-
tions that were rudimentary by
todays standards (right) and by
the fact that there was little coor-
dination among all the individu-
als and organizations (including
several branches of the military,
below) that were involved. ALL: DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES Dartmouth Medicine 35 Winter 2000 tion of wilderness search and rescue that is today
stronger than ever, according to current DMS stu-
dent Timothy Burdick, who is the volunteer med-
ical officer for the Upper Valley Wilderness Re-
sponse Team. In addition, the doctors would no doubt be proud that both had a son who carried on their
medical legacy. Ralph Miller, Jr., M.D., is an in-
ternist and endocrinologist at the University of
Kentucky Medical Center, and Geoffrey Quinn,
M.D., who was three years old when his father died,
is a general internist in California. Dr. Miller especially would also be intrigued by advancements in search and rescue capabilities
since 1959. Lieutenant David Hewitt, a New
Hampshire conservation officer who played a cen-
tral role in the effort to nd the missing Learjet,
says there have been many technological improve-
ments over the past four decades. Following the disappearance of the Learjet from Lebanons radar, the New Hampshire Department
of Fish and Game, which has responsibility for or-
ganizing searches in the state, had immediate access
to the Federal Aviation Agencys radar records and
to taped transmissions of the aircrafts radio com-
munications. The search for the Learjet was un-
derway within an hour, using snowmobiles and all-
terrain vehicles. As the 1990s drew to a close, searchers also had access to high-tech instruments that enhanced the
range of their eyes and ears. Computer-generated
topographical maps and global positioning system
devices allowed search teams looking for the Con-
necticut pilots to precisely identify what ground
had been covered and where to look next. Cellular
telephones and small, portable radios allowed
search parties to easily stay in contact with each
other and with the command center. Of the 14 he-
licopters provided by the military, some were
equipped with infrared radar, capable of locating
sources of heat on the ground, even at night. Mili-
tary satellites were also pulled into the Learjet
search, and intelligence analysts suggested sites that
might have concealed the wreckage. Today there are also far more people in the woods, even in wintertime, than there were in
1959hiking, snowshoeing, cross-country skiing,
and snowmobiling. Though still not densely popu-
lated, the northern part of the state is now criss-
crossed by trails that didnt exist four decades ago.
In addition, several teams of search dogs, capable of
picking up the scent of a human from half a mile
away, were pressed into service in the search for the
downed Learjet. Perhaps two advancements would have held special signicance for Dr. Miller. A technological marvel that would have made all the difference in
1959 is the Emergency Locator Transponder. This
device is automatically activated in an emergency
and emits a powerful radio signal that allows au-
thorities to pinpoint the location of a downed air-
craft within minutes. ELTs are currently required
on all piston-driven aircraft (like Millers Piper Co-
manche), though they are still optional on turbine-
powered aircraft (like the Learjet). Had the ill-fat-
ed Learjet been equipped with an ELT, Civil Air
Patrol officials theorize that the crash site would
have been located within an hour. The second signicant advancement has been organizational. Four decades after losing his mentor
and friend in the 1959 crash, Phil Nice still voices
frustration about the disorganization and fragmen-
tation of the critical, preliminary search efforts.
There were several state and federal agencies in-
volved, as well as many volunteer organizations, but
there was no clear operational leader. As a result,
there was much duplication of effort. Today, letters of agreement exist among the var- ious emergency response agencies, clearly dening
an incident command system, which assigns areas
of responsibility, describes points of contact and co-
operation among agencies, and even provides a
common language to be used during an emergency.
An observer at the command center of the search
for the Learjet would have seen a much more orga-
nized and systematic interagency approach than
Nice experienced in 1959. Y et all of these technological and organiza-
tional improvements were not what nal-
ly led searchers to the missing Learjet. It was a foresterengaged in a routine timber-stand
evaluation, almost three years after the accident
who nally came across the plane. It was located
on a remote shoulder of Smarts Mountain in Lyme,
N.H., about as far from a road as its possible to get
within the Upper Valley. The pilots, it was clear,
had died on impact. And the crash site had been
completely camouaged by treetops; even when the
jets exact location was pinpointed on aerial photos
taken after the crash, no trace of the wreckage was
visible. Lieutenant Hewitt pointed out in a press
conference after the planes discovery that 2,800
square milesthe presumed search area for the
Learjetof predominantly forested wilderness is a
huge expanse to cover methodically, whether on
foot or by air. So although much has changed since Miller and Quinn wagered with the weather 41 years ago,
much remains the same. Mother Nature and the
mountainous northern forests are every bit as un-
forgiving today as they were four decades ago. Mother Nature and the mountainous northern forests are every bit as unforgiving today as they were four decades ago. Dartmouth was instrumental in
the search, at the individual
(above) and organizational levels
(below, with the Dartmouth Out-
ing Clubs John Rand at right).
The web site itself may have changed. You can check the current page or check for previous versions at the Internet Archive. Yahoo! is not affiliated with the authors of this page or responsible for its content. Unforgiving Forests 28 Dartmouth Medicine Winter 2000 Unforgiving Forests Microbiologist Philip Nice, facing the camera, was one of numerous Dartmouth College and Dartmouth Medical School faculty members and students who took to the woods in the wake of a 1959 plane crash in an effort to find the downed planes pilot and pas- sengerboth of whom were members of the DMS faculty. DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES Dartmouth Medicine 29 Winter 2000 A s freezing rain and dense fog enveloped
the Upper Connecticut River Valley on
the morning of December 24, 1996, a Learjet own by two Connecticut-based pilots re-
quested clearance to land at the Lebanon, N.H.,
Airport. Partway into their instrument approach
through the storm, the pilots aborted the landing
and regained altitude for a second try. Moments lat-
er, the Learjet disappeared from the control towers
radar screens. The ensuing air and ground search involved hundreds of volunteers, including several Dart-
mouth medical student members of the Upper Val-
ley Wilderness Response Team. More than a dozen
Army helicopters were committed to the effort.
Scuba divers scoured the depths of several lakes.
Debate raged over how far the plane might have
traveled before it crashed. When all reasonable
hope of the pilots survival was gone, and addition-
al snow accumulation made it unlikely that the
sleek jet would be discovered before the spring
thaw, the official search was suspended. Still, scat-
tered groups of volunteers and members of the pi-
lots families continued to search the regions heav-
ily wooded hillsides for many months afterward. O ne reason so many Upper Valley resi-
dents refused to abandon the search for
the two young pilots from Connecticut was the still-vivid memory of an equally puzzling
airplane crash in 1959. That crash devastated the
then-small Dartmouth Medical School communi-
ty, for its pilot and passenger were both members of
the DMS faculty. Ralph Miller, M.D., was chair of pathology, di- rector of the laboratories at Mary Hitchcock
Memorial Hospital, and a senior consultant in
pathology for the Veterans Administration Hospi-
tal in White River Junction, Vt. A graduate of both
Dartmouth College and the Medical School, hed
been on the faculty at DMS since 1931, after com-
pleting his M.D. at Harvard, a year of internship at
Mary Hitchcock, and a fellowship in pathology at
the Mayo Foundation. In 1959, at 60 years of age,
he was at the peak of his career. When he wasnt teaching medical students or performing autopsies, Miller was doing something In 1959, two members of the Dartmouth Medical School faculty set out in a small plane on a medical mission to northern New Hampshire. They never returned. Four decades later, the impact of their death in the North Countrys unforgiving forests still resonates through Dartmouth and the regions wilderness rescue community. John Morton was head coach of mens skiing at Dartmouth Col-
lege from 1978 to 1989. He now designs trails for cross-country
running and skiing and writes about the outdoors from his home
in Thetford, Vt. He is also a six-time member as a competitor,
coach, or team leader of the U.S. Olympic biathlon team. This is
not the rst time Morton has written about harrowing cold-weath-
er exploits for Dartmouth Medicine; his Drama on Denali
was the cover feature in the Winter 1999 issue. Among the sources
Morton found especially helpful in researching this story was an
article titled The Missing Doctors by Floyd W. Ramsey, pub-
lished in the Winter 1986 issue of Magnetic North magazine. By John Morton Life is either a daring adventure
or nothing at all. Helen Keller 30 Dartmouth Medicine Winter 2000 in the outdoors. He maintained a lifelong connec-
tion with the Dartmouth Outing Club, which he
had joined when he was an undergraduate. His love
of Alpine skiing had inspired his son, Ralph, Jr.,
also a Dartmouth College graduate, to establish the
world speed record on skis in 1955 and to earn a
spot on the 1956 Olympic ski team. Both father
and son were known for their love of the rugged
outdoors and for going fast. But perhaps Dr. Millers greatest joy was ying. He was an accomplished pilot with more than 20
years of experience in several types of private air-
craft. He had own two Arctic research expeditions
for Dartmouth and was a charter member of the
Lebanon chapter of the Civil Air Patrol. And it was
not uncommon for him to combine his passion for
ying with his medical work. He frequently trav-
eled in his own plane to medical conferences all
over the country and, in the course of doing au-
topsies around the state, had flown into many a
small airstrip in remote New Hampshire towns. On the morning of Saturday, February 21, 1959, Miller agreed to fly his colleague Robert Quinn,
M.D., to Berlin, N.H., north of the White Moun-
tains. Quinn had been asked to consult on a pa-
tient there with serious heart problems, while
Miller himself was already planning to y north to
do an autopsy in Lancaster, N.H., only 20 miles
from Berlin. Quinn, 32 years old, was a respected
young cardiologist who had been recruited to Dart-
mouth in 1956. After earning his M.D. from Yale,
Quinn had served two years in the Army Medical
Corps and done research at Harvard before joining
the faculty at Dartmouth and the medical staff at
both the Hitchcock Clinic and the White River
Junction VA Hospital. The weather was not good when Millers cream and red Piper Comanche left Lebanon Airport, but
the weather in northern New England is seldom
ideal for yingand Quinn was urgently needed at
the Berlin Hospital. Miller had filed a six-hour
round-trip ight plan that on the way back would
bring them over Gorham and Littleton, then down
the Connecticut River to Lebanon. On the out-
bound leg, Miller planned to drop Quinn off in
Berlin to see his cardiac patient, then make a short
hop to an airstrip in Whiteeld, N.H.; from there,
he would travel to nearby Lancaster to perform the
autopsy before ying back to Berlin to pick up his
colleague for the trip home. A ll went according to schedule until Miller
returned to Berlin from Whitefield in
mid-afternoon. The weather was deterio- rating, and shortly before 3:00 p.m., Dr. Miller can-
celed his original ight plan. The two doctors then Ralph Millers greatest joy was
probably ying. He is pictured at
right ready to go aloft and
above, in August of 1955, with
Dartmouth anthropologist Elmer
Harp; they had just returned
from a two-month expedition to
the Northwest Territories, and
Harp recalls that Miller had
taught him to y before they left,
so there would be a second pilot
in the plane. When Miller
crashed in 1959, numerous
aircraftboth private and mili-
tary (below)joined in the
search for his downed plane. DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES Dartmouth Medicine 31 Winter 2000 went into nearby Milan for a quick lunch, probably
hoping the weather would improve. Sometime
around 3:30, the cream and red Comanche was seen
taking off from the Berlin airport, even though
there were serious snow squalls in the vicinity.
Miller hadnt submitted a revised flight plan yet,
but the airport official who saw him depart assumed
hed le one by radio. Although he had 20 years experience as a pilot, Miller had had only eight hours of instrument train-
ing, so he generally ew low enough to follow the
highways. His plane was identied over Route 2 in
Jefferson at 3:35 p.m. At roughly the same time, an
Army pilot ying high overhead in the clouds heard
Miller twice try to radio the Whitefield Airport.
According to the Army pilot, there was no response
from Whitefield. No further sightings or reports
were ever conrmed. At 9:00 p.m. that same night, Modestino Cris- citiello, M.D.a close friend of the Quinns and,
like the young cardiologist, a 1956 addition to the
Clinic staff and the DMS facultyinformed the
Civil Aeronautics Authority that the two physi-
cians had not returned as expected. Despite sub-
zero temperatures and continued snow squalls, a
search was launched before dawn on Sunday morn-
ing. It quickly became one of the most extensive
searches in the states history, covering hundreds of
square miles from Vermont in the west, to Maine in
the east, and as far south as Keene, N.H. Although the air search was hampered by sev- eral days of bad weather, it eventually involved the
Civil Air Patrol, the National Guard, the Army,
and the Air Force, as well as dozens of private
planes. February 25four days after the doctors
disappearancebrought the rst really good weath-
er for aerial surveillance; that day, 70 aircraft criss-
crossed northern New Hampshire. More than 260
suspected sightings had been reported and were in-
vestigated, but none turned up the missing Co-
manche. The intensive air search, which included
both xed-wing planes and helicopters, continued
for several more days. Before the Air Force with-
drew from the effort in early March, its pilots alone
had contributed nearly 450 sorties, 700 hours of y-
ing time, and 5,000 gallons of fuel. Meanwhile, a massive ground search was also under way, covering some of the wildest terrain in
the Northeast. Soldiers from the National Guard,
state police officers, and conservation officers from
the Department of Fish and Game were joined by
numerous faculty members and students from both
the Medical School and the College, including
many members of the Dartmouth Outing Club. The
Dartmouth-based searchers were inspired by the
tireless efforts of Philip Nice, M.D., a pathology de- partment colleague of Millers, and by Ralph Miller,
Jr., the pilots son, who at the time of the accident
was a second-year medical student at Dartmouth.
But in spite of heroic efforts by hundreds of volun-
teers, who endured extended exposure to severe
winter conditions, hope that the doctors would be
found alive began to fade as the days passed. Even if [the doctors] escaped death when their plane went down, reported the local Valley News
on February 26, it is doubtful if they could resist
ve nights with temperatures as low as 30 degrees
below zero. On March 1, eight days after the
planes disappearance, the official search was halt-
ed. Added to the dwindling hope of a successful res-
cue was fear of possible casualties among the ground
searchers, since even daytime temperatures were
below zero. Still, sporadic search efforts continued,
including occasional air sorties financed by the
Medical School and Mary Hitchcock Hospital. March and April passed, without any sign of the missing plane. Searchers puzzled, said one news-
paper headline, while the accompanying story read,
The grim question is How can the wreckage of an
airplane remain undiscovered with so many planes
and searchers probing the area? F inally, on Tuesday, May 5, more than two
months after the accident, a private plane
chartered by Dartmouth, piloted by Richard Stone, and carrying as observer a New Hampshire
conservation officer named Richard Melendywas
searching the Pemigewasset Wilderness, located
east of the impressive Franconia Ridge. The Pemi,
as it is known to hiking and camping enthusiasts, is
the large, uninhabited interior of the White Moun-
tain National Forest. Logging operations there in
the 1800s had left a network of overgrown skid
roads and an abandoned railroad bed once used to
extract millions of board-feet of timber. Today, the southern boundary of the Pemige- wasset is marked by the popular Kancamagus High-
way, which bisects the White Mountain National
Forest from Lincoln to Conway. But in 1959, the
Kancamagus was still on the drawing boards, and
the heart of the Pemi was about as far from a paved
road as one could get in New Hampshire. At about 4:00 p.m. on May 5, Officer Melendy spotted the wreckage of a small plane across the
Thoreau Falls Trail, at nearly the geographical cen-
ter of the Pemi. Stone ew back to his base and re-
ported the sighting to John Rand, executive direc-
tor of the Dartmouth Outing Club. By 4:00 a.m.
the next morning, a search party had been mobi-
lized. It was led by Millers colleague Phil Nice and
included his son, Ralph, Jr.; Stone; Melendy; and
two other conservation officers familiar with the It was not uncommon for Miller to combine his passion for ying with his medical work. Miller (above) had been a mem-
ber of the DMS faculty since
1931, while Quinn (below) had
come to Hanover only three
years before the 1959 crash. DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES 32 Dartmouth Medicine Winter 2000 White Mountains. They found the trek slow going,
through patches of deep, soft snow and streams that
were brimming with spring runoff. A mile from the
crash site, one member of the search party discov-
ered an unusual knife in the snow. Ralph Miller, Jr.,
identied the instrument as a surgical scalpel iden-
tical to those used by his father. It was the rst in-
dication the searchers had that the doctors had sur-
vived the crash. Farther on, the wreckage was sighted. The plane was upside down, partially supported by birch
saplings, its crumpled left wing overhanging the
trail. Dr. Millers body was found under the wing.
He was wearing a winter jacket and boots. About
200 feet from the aircraft lay Quinns body. He wore
only street clothes and was missing his shoes, which
were never found. Millers jaw had been badly bro-
ken in the crash, but Quinn appeared to be unin-
jured. Near the bodies, hanging from birch saplings,
were two sets of crude snowshoes; they had been
cannily crafted from branches and surgical tape,
with bindings made of Ace bandages and adhesive
plaster. Under the left wing of the airplane, near
Dr. Millers body, was a neat pile of rewood that
had been cut with a surgical saw. Nearby were the
remnants of a signal re that, sadly, had never been
seen from the air. But the most poignant discovery was a plastic bottle found in the cockpit of the plane; a line care-
fully inscribed two inches up from the base was
marked CUT HERE. Inside, the searchers found
what amounted to a journal of the two doctors
struggle to stay alive in the four days following the
crash. On Monday, February 23, Doctor Miller had
written: When carb ice set us down here Saturday about 4:30 we made camp. Fair night. -5 F. Good wood
cut with hacksaw. Sunday noon we went south on snowshoes (home made) but the road petered out and we re-
turned with enough energy to secure wood for the
night. Again fairly comfortable. It is +5 this morning but reached -10 last night.
It is cloudy and I see little prospect of any planes reaching us today. We will go north with the chance this aban- doned rail road leads somewhere. My charts do not
give enough details to be sure where we are. Should
we not return, regrets to all. We will keep trying to
our limit. The ice formed so fast on the carb heat control it would not come on. This because I was throttled
down so the engine heat was not up to standard
200. It was the rst time I have had any icing with N5324P. One reason the crash site eluded
discovery so long is that it was
located well off the original ight
plan Miller had led for the re-
turn trip (above). It wasnt until
May that the plane was found
(right), in the heart of the White
Mountain National Forest. Below,
Ralph Miller, Jr., is pictured hold-
ing his fathers nal message,
which was written in crayon on
the fabric of the planes seat. Berlin Gorham Milan Hanover Lyme City or town Peak over
3,000 feet Original
ight plan Crash site Lincoln WHITE MTN NATIONAL FOREST Conway Smarts Mt Mt Moosilauke Franconia Notch Connecticut Mt Washington Pemigewasset Wilderness DETAIL AREA Jefferson Lancaster Littleton Whiteeld VERMONT MAINE NEW HAMPSHIRE 2 Lebanon River DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES Dartmouth Medicine 33 Winter 2000 Later that same morning, he wrote:
Monday 10 AMsnowingdecided against any snoeshoing [sic]. All energy used for wood cut-
tingI have little hopegood bye Bettyit has
all been wonderfulNo regrets except for Bob.
Have fun. That same day, Quinn wrote:
Up until today we were hopeful of being found, but no signs of rescue ship. Tried to walk out yesterday. No luck. I have be- come particularly weak. Fighting the cold is hard. The next day, Miller wrote:
Tuesday noon
Still tryingthough tools broken. Snow
No hope left.
On Wednesday, Millerevidencing the spirit of a physician-scientist to the endscrawled in cray-
on on the fabric of the planes seat: My last and most important message!! Survival instinct fights pain. R.E.M. Goodbye all. This is
saving a lot of experiments I hope. F or Ralph Miller, Jr., today a physician in Lex-
ington, Ky., the 41 years since his fathers
death have not dulled the tragic ironies of the accident. The night before the ill-fated ight,
father and son had had a spirited conversation
about the weather. Dr. Miller felt the most severe
storms of the winter were over, while his son argued
condently that more storms and signicant snow-
falls were still on the way. They bet a bottle of wine
on their predictions. The next day, shortly before Miller and Quinn made their nal departure from Berlin, young Ralph
Miller was enjoying a few runs at the Dartmouth
Skiway with Nice. Both noticed the cold, windy
weather, punctuated by harsh snow squalls that
dumped an accumulation of new coverage. In retrospect, Ralph, Jr., sees his fathers acci- dent as an unfortunate series of relatively minor
misjudgmentsnone of them serious individually,
but, in succession, tragically fatal. Although the
weather was threatening the night before the ight,
Dr. Miller was a man who enjoyed calculated risks,
and challenging weather was simply part of ying in
northern New England. But he also believed in be-
ing prepared; a veteran of two ying expeditions in
the Arctic, Miller owned a comprehensive winter
survival kit that he often carried in his plane. Un-
fortunately, however, the kit had been removed
from the airplane for a previous ight south and had
never been replaced. Millers son also remembers that the Comanche left Lebanon with less than full fuel tanks; again,
this was not a serious oversight by itself, but it
turned out that the plane couldnt be refueled in either Whiteeld or Berlin. That meant there was
just enoughbut none too muchfuel for the re-
turn ight. Finally, when the plane left Berlin for
the return flight, Miller could have climbed up
through the snow squalls, but he apparently felt
more comfortable staying below the clouds so he
could maintain visual contact with terrain that he
recognized. As the ceiling lowered, however, that
meant the option of returning to Berlin became im-
possible, since the narrow valley between Gorham
and Jefferson was too tight for a turn. Low on fuel and probably blinded by the swirling snow, Miller dropped the Comanches landing gear
and applied full flaps to reduce its airspeed as he
brought the airplane down in the midst of the Pemi.
It will never be known exactly what downed them,
but Millers poise and experience clearly avoided a
catastrophic impact with the ground. The fact that
both doctors survived the crash with minimal in-
juries is a tribute to his ability to handle a plane un-
der extreme conditions. Sadly, once the doctors were on the ground, the ironies continued to mount. The Comanches radio
had not been damaged in the crash, but the
wrecked plane was surrounded by 4,000-foot ridges
that effectively blocked any distant radio transmis-
sions. Nevertheless, had the weather cooperated,
Miller almost certainly would have been able to ra-
dio any planes flying overheadbut the winter
storms that hed bet his son were over kept search
planes out of the skies until Wednesday, the day the
doctors nally succumbed to the cold. A nal tragic misjudgment, for which the doc- tors cannot be blamed, involves their decision to
abort the effort to walk out from the crash site. Af-
ter their ingenious attempt to fabricate snowshoes
from the materials they had at hand, they followed
the abandoned logging railroad bed more than a
mile from the airplane. Given the severe cold and
the deep snow, it is unlikely that they could have
managed the 12-mile hike to the town of Lincoln,
but less than a mile from the point where Dr.
Millers scalpel was found, a Forest Service cabin
overlooks the logging trail. Although they had no
way of knowing it, the two doctors were a mere
eight-tenths of a mile from food and shelter that
would have allowed them to survive well beyond
Wednesday, when the air search began. R alph Miller, Jr., acknowledges that his fa-
ther thrived on taking calculated risks. Dr.
Miller enjoyed reading accounts of the Arctic and Antarctic explorations of Peary, Shack-
leton, and Byrd. And because his chosen eld with-
in medicine brought him into contact with death
almost daily, dying was for him not a terrifying The night before the ill-fated ight, Dr. Miller and his son had had a spirited conversation about the weather. Found at the crash site were two
pairs of handmade snowshoes
hanging on saplings (above) and
notes from the doctors (below,
a closeup of Millers last note). DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES 34 Dartmouth Medicine Winter 2000 philosophical concept but, instead, an inevitable
part of living. His journal entries during the nal
four days suggest an objective, scientific detach-
ment, rather than any sense of fear or desperation.
His only stated regret was for his young colleague. The search was also full of tragic ironies. Phil Nice has reected many times since 1959 on the
unsuccessful, though not completely misguided, ef-
fort. In my opinion, he says, the largest mistake
was a lack of a high-flying night search on the
22nd, during a break in the bad weather. After the
plane was discovered, he adds, we realized they did
have a re going that might have been seen. Nice
says an experienced pilot based in Lebanon put in
an urgent request to the military for a night search
on the 22nd. But the officer who was to be in
charge of the ights did not arrive until afternoon
because of engine trouble, explains Nice. In addition, although there was a massive mo- bilization of resources during the week following
the doctors disappearance, the operation lacked
cohesion. The search efforts were intense, but
chaotic, says Nice, due to too many units trying
to be helpful, with no central organization to coor-
dinate efforts. Nice also rues the fact that there was a sense of pessimism on the part of some experts, who were
assuming that it would not be possible to survive a
crash in the winter in New England. Those of us
who knew Ralph Miller were more optimistic. . . .
He was a knowledgeable outdoor person with good
survival skills. The snowshoes he made the first
night are evidence of that. But without a coordi-
nated search effort, that condence couldnt be re-
ported and acted upon. Finally, so many well-intentioned but erroneous sightings were reported that Nice believes it seri-
ously diluted the search effortstretching it far be-
yond the realistic location of the downed plane. A lthough the loss of Ralph Miller and
Robert Quinn was a devastating blow to
their families and a shock to the Dart- mouth medical community, the last four decades
have brought about changes that would have
pleased the two men. The Rare Book Room at
DMSs Dana Biomedical Library was named in Dr.
Quinns memory. And a Medical School lecture se-
ries was established in Dr. Millers name. The Dart-
mouth Outing Club also paid tribute to the two
men, by building the Miller-Quinn Airstrip in the
College Grant to provide safe haven for other small
planes that might be caught in similar circum-
stances over New Hampshires north woods. And their deaths were not in vain. The inci- dent galvanized the community and began a tradi- Although an extensive search
(above) was mounted after the
plane disappeared, the effort
was hampered by communica-
tions that were rudimentary by
todays standards (right) and by
the fact that there was little coor-
dination among all the individu-
als and organizations (including
several branches of the military,
below) that were involved. ALL: DAR TMOUTH COLLEGE ARCHIVES Dartmouth Medicine 35 Winter 2000 tion of wilderness search and rescue that is today
stronger than ever, according to current DMS stu-
dent Timothy Burdick, who is the volunteer med-
ical officer for the Upper Valley Wilderness Re-
sponse Team. In addition, the doctors would no doubt be proud that both had a son who carried on their
medical legacy. Ralph Miller, Jr., M.D., is an in-
ternist and endocrinologist at the University of
Kentucky Medical Center, and Geoffrey Quinn,
M.D., who was three years old when his father died,
is a general internist in California. Dr. Miller especially would also be intrigued by advancements in search and rescue capabilities
since 1959. Lieutenant David Hewitt, a New
Hampshire conservation officer who played a cen-
tral role in the effort to nd the missing Learjet,
says there have been many technological improve-
ments over the past four decades. Following the disappearance of the Learjet from Lebanons radar, the New Hampshire Department
of Fish and Game, which has responsibility for or-
ganizing searches in the state, had immediate access
to the Federal Aviation Agencys radar records and
to taped transmissions of the aircrafts radio com-
munications. The search for the Learjet was un-
derway within an hour, using snowmobiles and all-
terrain vehicles. As the 1990s drew to a close, searchers also had access to high-tech instruments that enhanced the
range of their eyes and ears. Computer-generated
topographical maps and global positioning system
devices allowed search teams looking for the Con-
necticut pilots to precisely identify what ground
had been covered and where to look next. Cellular
telephones and small, portable radios allowed
search parties to easily stay in contact with each
other and with the command center. Of the 14 he-
licopters provided by the military, some were
equipped with infrared radar, capable of locating
sources of heat on the ground, even at night. Mili-
tary satellites were also pulled into the Learjet
search, and intelligence analysts suggested sites that
might have concealed the wreckage. Today there are also far more people in the woods, even in wintertime, than there were in
1959hiking, snowshoeing, cross-country skiing,
and snowmobiling. Though still not densely popu-
lated, the northern part of the state is now criss-
crossed by trails that didnt exist four decades ago.
In addition, several teams of search dogs, capable of
picking up the scent of a human from half a mile
away, were pressed into service in the search for the
downed Learjet. Perhaps two advancements would have held special signicance for Dr. Miller. A technological marvel that would have made all the difference in
1959 is the Emergency Locator Transponder. This
device is automatically activated in an emergency
and emits a powerful radio signal that allows au-
thorities to pinpoint the location of a downed air-
craft within minutes. ELTs are currently required
on all piston-driven aircraft (like Millers Piper Co-
manche), though they are still optional on turbine-
powered aircraft (like the Learjet). Had the ill-fat-
ed Learjet been equipped with an ELT, Civil Air
Patrol officials theorize that the crash site would
have been located within an hour. The second signicant advancement has been organizational. Four decades after losing his mentor
and friend in the 1959 crash, Phil Nice still voices
frustration about the disorganization and fragmen-
tation of the critical, preliminary search efforts.
There were several state and federal agencies in-
volved, as well as many volunteer organizations, but
there was no clear operational leader. As a result,
there was much duplication of effort. Today, letters of agreement exist among the var- ious emergency response agencies, clearly dening
an incident command system, which assigns areas
of responsibility, describes points of contact and co-
operation among agencies, and even provides a
common language to be used during an emergency.
An observer at the command center of the search
for the Learjet would have seen a much more orga-
nized and systematic interagency approach than
Nice experienced in 1959. Y et all of these technological and organiza-
tional improvements were not what nal-
ly led searchers to the missing Learjet. It was a foresterengaged in a routine timber-stand
evaluation, almost three years after the accident
who nally came across the plane. It was located
on a remote shoulder of Smarts Mountain in Lyme,
N.H., about as far from a road as its possible to get
within the Upper Valley. The pilots, it was clear,
had died on impact. And the crash site had been
completely camouaged by treetops; even when the
jets exact location was pinpointed on aerial photos
taken after the crash, no trace of the wreckage was
visible. Lieutenant Hewitt pointed out in a press
conference after the planes discovery that 2,800
square milesthe presumed search area for the
Learjetof predominantly forested wilderness is a
huge expanse to cover methodically, whether on
foot or by air. So although much has changed since Miller and Quinn wagered with the weather 41 years ago,
much remains the same. Mother Nature and the
mountainous northern forests are every bit as un-
forgiving today as they were four decades ago. Mother Nature and the mountainous northern forests are every bit as unforgiving today as they were four decades ago. Dartmouth was instrumental in
the search, at the individual
(above) and organizational levels
(below, with the Dartmouth Out-
ing Clubs John Rand at right).
