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"I'm a Wilderness First Responder - can I help you?"

For nine days during the month of November I stayed at the Nantahala Outdoor Center doing an intensive program called Wilderness First Responder, WFR (pronounced Woofer) for short.  @@What is a Wilderness First Responder?@@  This means I've been trained to deal with backcountry emergencies ranging from sprained ankles to a heart attack to a sucking chest wound called an open hemopnuemothorax.  What does all this stuff mean to you guys?  This means that I'd be an excellent person to have on a backpacking trip!  My job as a hiking guide requires I have this training to deal with any injury or medical emergency that could possibly arise during a trip.  Being that we are in one of the most remote places on the Appalachian Trail, help could be many, MANY hours from arriving.  Learning the skills that are necessary for not only keeping my patient and group calm, but also how to help them and get more qualified help for them are mandatory.  Here my quick and dirty summary of taking a WFR class at SOLO Southeast - taught at NOC in Wesser, NC. 

Our class was relatively small due to the time of year I took it.  We had a total of 10 people, which is 1/2 to 1/3 of the usual size according to our instructor.  Brooks, our main instructor, is an Advanced Wilderness EMT and teaches at SOLO when he isn't working in his wood shop making custom furniture. He's worked as a rafting guide and survivalist at BOSS in Colorado - the same survival institute Cody Lundeen attended in the 1970s.  Our class was also diverse - ranging from a woman from Alaska looking to gain skills for her long winters to young people looking to be able to help their friends on trips, even a guy from Brazil who had spent a few months working on the Rocky Top AT crew in the Smokies.  We spent the first day mostly in the classroom learning medical terminology and the legalities of helping people in the woods versus helping people in the "real world."  Many of the training techniques I've learned are only applicable to working in the wilderness - meaning at least an hour from the trailhead/qualified help.  

The next several days were a crash course in learning how to deal with sprains and strains (and what the difference is between the two), building a splint for a fractured arm or leg, resetting broken bones in a wilderness setting, and even how to pull traction to get a broken femur back into place.  I also learned how to help someone with a dislocated shoulder, elbow, or knee joint.  We did a lot of practice building things from materials we would normally be carrying on a trip, like water bottles, sleeping pads, and even extra clothes and rain gear.  Later in the week we learned how to deal with everything from minor sunburns to extreme frostbite and everything in between.  The most helpful of all this training, however, was running what we called "scenarios."  Each person in the class chose a partner and one of us would be the patient while the other would be the rescuer.  They would use stage makeup to give us burns, broken bones, frostbite, etc.  We would take turns helping each other and then learning from our mistakes - which they would always have us make the mistake on purpose as to not forget the proper treatment.  We were also certified in CPR and the use of an AED during this period. 

My certification cards and my cool new t-shirt and patches! 

My certification cards and my cool new t-shirt and patches! 

The real fun with this training started when we learned how to work together as a rescue group.  We were always encouraged to try different roles, like lead medic or incident commander, and work with different partners to learn our strengths.  I found this the most enjoyable experience of the entire training, mostly because I was extremely far outside of my comfort zone and working with different people kept me on my toes.  I was very lucky to be part of a group where no one had an ego that got in the way of everyone making decisions as a team.  Our biggest scenario came on the last night of the course, where we went up a trail in the dark to find three hikers who had gone missing in the woods.  The scenario was a thunderstorm was in the area and the home base was concerned about lightening.  The nine of us in the group walked in the dark up the trail until we heard people in pain.  My partner, Derek, and I ended up getting an unresponsive patient who had obviously been struck by lightening.  The other two patients had a case of ruptured ear drums and a dislocated elbow, respectively.  To throw in a curveball, a fourth patient - a guy tripping on mushrooms - happened to walk onto our scene and take the attention of some of our rescuers.  Nine people taking care of four patients is a lot of stressful work.  In the end, it took us 2 hours to get our patients evacuated, and our instructors overall said we did a great job. 

Just another day at WFR training - a badly bruised ankle indicating a sprain.  

Just another day at WFR training - a badly bruised ankle indicating a sprain.  

On the very last day, we did our written test and our final scenario.  I partnered back up with Liz, whom I'd been working with all week.  She was a great partner who provided a lot of constructive feedback to me.  I seriously feel I wouldn't have passed the course without her!  For her scenario test, I had fallen on a ski slope and broken my arm.  She had to splint me and treat me for mild hypothermia.  For my final scenario, she had fallen while bouldering in cold weather and needed treatment for mild hypothermia and a broken lower leg.  The class ended on Sunday afternoon with sunny skies and nine people all getting certified as Wilderness First Responders.  It was hard to say goodbye to everyone in the class because we had all bonded over the course of the nine days we spend together.  

Our group after "graduating" the WFR course. 

Our group after "graduating" the WFR course. 

For anyone who is trying to figure out if becoming a WFR is worth the money, I would absolutely recommend the course - especially if you have no prior medical training.  While the course was intensive and I was outside of my comfort zone (even though I have a 10-year history in medical careers), I feel like the information I've learned and retained was extremely helpful.  I wish I would have had this training prior to my thru hike just because so many things happened out there I could have helped with - like when a friend of ours began going into anaphylaxis on the side of a road in Shenandoah National Park or when NoKey fell and broke his fingers on Mt. Lafayette in New Hampshire.  The SOLO Southeast Course was approximately $650 and the lodging at NOC for the nine days was about $130 in a bunkroom. Once you become a certified WFR, you will be qualified to take the Wilderness EMT classes (a 3-week, $1900 course) as well.  If you are looking for a less intensive area of study, SOLO Southeast offers Wilderness First Aid (WFA) classes over the period of a weekend and they are significantly cheaper, although not as thorough as the training I received as a first responder.  They also offer a simple CPR certification.  

Are you interested in becoming a WFA, WFR, or WEMT?  I'd love to talk to you about it or even go into depth about the course with you!  Leave me a comment below or start a conversation over on the Facebook post!

Day 11

Today was absolutely the hardest day I have had so far on the AT.  I’ve heard legend of the difficulty of the hill climbing out of the NOC… the first four miles or so weren’t bad.  I figured that people were just maybe a little too hungover.  The last 1.6 miles of climbing to Swim Bald were absolutely brutal.  The trail was rugged, mostly rocks on a slim overhang, and it was just relentless climbing to a bald with absolutely no view.  After a very short, almost imaginary downhill, I climbed again to Cheoah Bald.  I’m pretty sure Cheoah in Cherokee means “hill that makes girl cry” because I lost it climbing up to the top.  At least I finally had a view, as the weather cleared up.  After more enormous ups and downs and a few more tears, I finally made it to Stecoah Gap at 3:30.  Mind you, it normally doesn’t take me that long to go 13.9 miles and I was just devestated.  To my surprise, Hopeful was at the Gap doing Trail Magic for his birthday.  Hopeful thru hiked NOBO in 2003 and 2011 and was more than happy to help me off with my pack and to fill me full of food!  I nearly cried at his generosity.  He had a lot of great stories and was so friendly and genuinely kind.  He was truly my angel!  After sitting and eating for more than an hour, I began the climb known as Jacob’s Ladder.  It’s a brutal 0.6-mile, 650-foot climb to the top of a nameless mountain.  After finally rolling into camp around 6 p.m., I was ready to sit down and relax.  The crew at the shelter tonight wrote lots of songs, including “Burps That Taste Like Hot Dogs”, “Switchback Blues”, “Balds Without a View”, and “The Downhill is a Lie”.  I was very thankful to have a wonderful night and a great fire after the worst day I’ve had on the trail yet.  

Day 10

I pushed through 19.5 miles (on trail, not counting the extras!) to get down into the NOC today! I started the morning by saying goodbye to Trauma Kit as he has to go back to work Monday :( The views from Wayah Bald this morning were awesome and we could actually see the Albert Mountain Fire Tower from there! Dingo and I pressed on for trail magic at Burningtown Gap from Grits (NOBO 09). I had a lot of uphill today, crossin several balds. This was also the first day I truly had to hike in the rain! It rained off and on all day, making the trail muddy and slick. When I got to A Rufus Morgan, Ryan told me thru hikers can camp at the NOC for free, so I took advantage of that, eating food and scoring free brownies from the hiker box (this is where hikers can take or leave things they no longer want, usually food, but sometimes extra bear line or luxury items, like shampoo, etc.) Now it’s raining again and I’m hunkered down in my tent, thinking of the huge climb tomorrow! I can’t believe I’ll be in my own bed in two nights!

Day 9

After a dry night in town with everyone, I started back at Rock Gap with Dingo and Trauma Kit. Trauma Kit has to go home tomorrow, so I’m taking a short easy day to stay with them tonight. Siler Bald was very cool, way nicer than the balds in the Smokies! Met Ryan there and we kept pace together for a few miles before breaking off. Going to camp at Wine Spring tonight and hopefully make it to A Rufus Morgan Shelter tomorrow, about 17 miles away. At this rate, I’ll be at Fontana Saturday to see my husband :) We had an awesome last night with Trauma Kit and I’ll definitely miss him out here. We had a great fire for a few hours and took some silly photos. Another great day on the AT!