Академический Документы
Профессиональный Документы
Культура Документы
The DEATH
of TIM CAHILL
BY TIM CAHILL
PORTRAIT BY THOMAS LEE
ust yesterday,
M O N TA N A Q U A R T E R LY
that the five rafts were support for the kayaks. Wethe
rafterswould carry food and tents and sleeping bags. I
was paired off with Bill Hobbins, who welcomed me with
the information that, at 71, I was the oldest guy on the trip,
an honor that had previously been his.
Bill did not inspire immediate confidence. Ah, I dont
know what Im doing here, he said. Then he proceeded to
load the raft, strapping down gear and rearranging things
in such a way that wed lose nothing if the raft flipped. Over
the next few days, Bill proved to be a master. The raft packing was arduous and Bill wanted to do it himself. He was
the captain of our raft and felt responsible for the gear. In
the dry Arizona air, securing the gear with webbing straps
and pulling them tight made his fingertips bleed. No matter.
Thats what Super Glue is for.
And then we were out on the river. The kayakers, to
my untrained eye, seemed insanely talented. They spoke
of rivers theyd run in the Midwest and the South and the
West. Many had kayaked in Central and South America.
They talked kayaking at a length that I found required
several strong shots of Scotch for me to tolerate. After a few
days, I asked the group whether they might be considered
elite. Hardly, Harry said and there were some muffled
chuckles at the idea. The talk turned to truly great kayakers theyd either known or seen. But they werent fooling me:
these guys were great in kayaks, but they werent going to
say it because cheeseheads dont brag on themselves.
My raft mate Bill Hobbins, for instance, who originally
presented himself as a sort of doofus, was, in fact, both
tough and omni-competent. It took days to drag all this out
of him, but the guy was a kayaker, an open boat captain, a
record breaking ice-boater, a guy who was offered a full ride
to play hockey at the University of Wisconsin (he turned it
down), a boxer and a judo instructor. And, though he was
dyslexic, he held a masters degree in science and could
read the river like a book, a skill he tried his best to help
me learn.
It was a winter tripfrom the end of November to
mid-Decemberand the temperature at night sometimes
Kayakers corral the Hobbins-Cahill raft downstream from Lava Falls after both men were ejected from it.
M O N TA N A Q U A R T E R LY
11
12
M O N TA N A Q U A R T E R LY
13
14
M O N TA N A Q U A R T E R LY
15
At top, members of the Colorado River Miracle Team wait anxiously while medical
professionals administer CPR to Cahill after he was submersed in the Colorado Rivers Lava
Falls. Above, rescuers load Cahill into a National Park Service helicopter for transfer to a
hospital in Flagstaff, Arizona.
isnt much of a treat if youre lying on your back in a neck brace, staring at the
ceiling. I was taken to the Heart and Vascular Center of Northern Arizona, in
Flagstaff, where I was put into intensive care. I felt fine, except that Justin had
done the CPR correctly and fractured a lot of ribs. I was coming to the realization that my heart had actually stopped for several minutes. Id died. Tests,
however, showed that I hadnt had a heart attack. Perhaps Id simply drowned.
The care at the hospital was superb and I got to talk to a lot of doctors and
16
I have little or no
emotional investment in
my death and resurrection.
I wasnt there, after all.
nurses who simply wanted to hear my story. It seems that
CPR isnt very effective in cases of cardiac arrest. There is
something like a single digit percent of success. What the
doctors said, what the nurses said, was that my recovery on
Tequila Beach was a miracle.
I began thinking of my boat mates as the Colorado
River Miracle Team. But miracle or not, I still didnt know
what had happened. I have a theory though. The water
was about 45 degrees. And I was swimming in it hard for
20 minutes, or so it seemed. In thin rain gear and without
fleece. So there may have been a hypothermic reaction. I
wasnt there for the exciting part (because I was unconscious), but I believe I may have gone into what is called the
mammalian diving reflex, a condition in which the heart
slows down in cold water. Blood, needed by internal organs,
LIST PRICE
$2.95 MILLION
TRACYRAICH.COM
LIVINGSTON, MT
M O N TA N A Q U A R T E R LY
17