Tommy Lamb, Orville Hill, Roy Boyes, and Dan Westinghouse trying to figure out their next move. It was now eleven o'clock at night. We were tired, wet, and cold. The DC-3 has a tail wheel, and as such, the cabin floor slopes down. By four o'clock the next morning we were just a jumble of bedrolls piled up in the rear of the cabin as we all slid down hill during the night.
Boys lets go.
The temperature has dropped, and the ice is firm. Sure enough, the temperature was minus five degrees with a fairly stiff breeze blowing out of the East. The rotten ice had frozen into a beautiful firm, flat surface. The DC-3 was facing directly into the wind. Greg, let's load up all the salvage gear, and run up the engines.