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<h1>In the snow-capped mountains of Canada, the plane crashed, and a person struggled for 5 days to escape - 2</h1>
One man survived plane crash and 5 days in snowy wilderness
Royle and John Gogh, flying south along the "Dogtooth Range," a small ridge in the Purcell Mountains, flew all the way to the far side of the field at 1,000 meters in the air, already visible on the side wall of a canyon where the Gorman Creek river flowed. John Gogh stuck his head out, but saw the creek flowing out of a towering valley, a snow-capped mountain that could be used for skiing. He gave Royle a thumbs up. The man driving the plane turned the plane and flew into the canyon.
The little Cessna descended steeply, rushing into the upside-down air current that made people feel upside down, avoiding the mountain wall directly in front of them, and brushing past at high speed. In order to avoid the danger, Royle made a sharp right turn. The plane turned off and then crashed.
The guides are trained to memorize escape routes, and there are several alternate plans that are kept in their minds. However, John Gogh, who was sitting in the seat on the right side of the plane, watched the thick trees approach them faster and faster, and his last thought was: This time it was completely over.
A jet flew all the way to the far side of the wilderness
In 1969, in the alpine skiing business, John Gau's only competitor, Hans Gmoser, an Austrian-born mountain guide, pioneered the idea by flying to untouched peaks and untouched snow.
Since 1899, the Canadian Pacific Railway has been recruiting mountain guides from Switzerland on the Atlantic side to guide the railroad guests who stayed in the famous hotels of Banff, Lake Louise and Rogers Pass. These guides laid the groundwork, and today in this area, winter skiing makes people feel enchanted. Gömøse immigrated to Canada in 1951, and in the first phase of Western Canada's famous alpine culture, he caught up with the end, and it was just in time to effectively open the way to the next stage.
At that time, if you want to contact the bottomless pit in the backcountry of the poor countryside, a snowfield that everyone yearns for, you can't see it in the crowded tourist attractions, the only way is to ski, you must get under the snowboards with mohai fur, travel a long way, and climb the mountains. However, in 1965, Olympic ski warrior Brooks Dodge found the famous Gomorcey and asked to take him to the wilderness, and there was a trick, can Gomorse reach the peak with a helicopter, so that Dorji and his party can ski directly instead of walking long distances to climb up?
I want to touch the bottomless pit in the backcountry of that poor country
Not long ago, Gomose led a group of skiers to the "Bugaboo Glacier" south of Purcell. He knew the place could be a magnificent ski resort, but later, in a documentary, he said that going to that place in winter was "a complete disaster" and that it would take skiers on an endless road that they couldn't even start their journey. It was great to use this place to test their idea. In 1965, outside the miniature township of Radium, Gemose found a recently abandoned lumberyard, built some rustic houses for Dorjee and his guests, guided 18 people, and carried out the world's first alpine skiing business.
The trip marked the birth of a new era in the ski world, a new era of Canadian alpine gifts, opening up a new world, attracting ski warriors who are eager to take creative adventures, as well as guides who are looking forward to hardships.
"Glacier of Terror", British Columbia, 1969, Hans Gömøse and the first alpine skiers.
Hans Gomose and the 1st Alpine Skiers
When John Gogh woke up, his face buried in the snow, the black oppressive forest like a giant monster, he looked up, and in the snow was the bloody imprint of his face. He went to touch his chin to see where the blood was coming from, and he actually touched his teeth from the outside, exposed from a deep crack in the skin. He had no memory of falling to the ground. Before I hit the tree, I lost my memory. The soreness after the violent concussion surrounded the waist and hips, and on the slope of the hill tens of meters away, a huge tree fell there at a strange angle. The feeling in the stomach was dull. John Gaunt struggled to get closer to the tree in the deep snow.
As I got closer, I saw the plane lying silently there, both wings broken, the nose stuck inside the trunk, and the tree fell down in John's high cockpit. Royle was still pressed inside, his body looking heart-wrenching, and there was obviously no sign of life. But John Gaug still reached out and touched his friend's pulse. But Royle's body was already cold. John Gauguin, a rogue, dragged a cushion out of the wreckage of the plane, put it in the snow and fell on it, and then fell unconscious again.
The black oppressive forest was like a giant monster
In the snowy mountains of Canada, the plane crashed, and a person struggled for 5 days to escape -1