I wanted to post an account of a hiking accident I had 9 weeks ago that resulted in a broken ankle, so that others could learn from my mistakes and that I could get feedback from this community on what else I should have learned.
In the months leading up to the accident, I had been going on 8-10 mile hikes 1-2 times per week on the Appalachian Trail and similar trails as part of training for a planned Wind River trek late this summer.
On the day of the accident, I was hiking alone on a state park trail that I’ve previously hiked on pretty extensively. I had left a detailed trip plan using a hiking map with my wife, and I also knew I’d be in cell range (there is a cell tower visible from the path.)
There had been snow earlier in the week; but when I set out, the temperature at “base” altitude was about 50 degrees. This particular trail is pretty steep, rising 1000 feet in elevation in a half mile, with multiple big looping trails at the top that are more gradual. I’m carrying some extra pounds, but this was not strenuous for me given that I had done hikes like this every week for a few months.
As I got higher in elevation, the trail got muddy, and then snowy. There was a light dusting of snow (maybe 1/2″) at the top. It was also, of course, getting cooler. I was worried enough about the footing that I took off my rubber hiking pole caps because I thought the sharper carbon points would give me better traction. I also sent a text message to my wife that I was a little worried.
Given the danger I perceived, I decided to take one of the longer looping trails back down, rather than heading down the very steep portion of the trail. I decided to take a totally flat fire road that ran along the ridge to a gravel service road.
As I continued on the ridge fire road, the snow started getting deeper because the ridge was exposed on both sides (duh) and because of drifting. It was gorgeous and serene and I was really enjoying the hike. The road had some scrubby grass and I was walking where I could see the grass, thinking that the snow was shallower there. My mind wandered for a few moments, and even though I was on a road, I stepped into some sort of pothole that I could not see because it was filled with snow.
I tipped in to the left and tried to catch myself with my poles, overcorrected, and then fell in the opposite direction, and my right ankle came down hard on the edge of a rock. Even though it didn’t hurt at all, I immediately knew it was damaged (because it was in an unnatural position.) While still on the ground, I called my wife to let her know that I had fallen and to be on standby. I tried to hobble a few steps, and realized I wasn’t going to make it.
I hobbled over to an area where there was no snow on the ground, and put on all of my clothes from my backpack (I had a wool mid layer, a rain shell, hat, and gloves) in case I went into shock. I called my wife and she called 911 and gave them my cell phone #.
The emergency responders were awesome. They called me right away and I described my position which I knew very well because I was familiar with the trail and had GPS on my phone. I was on the fire road, so I thought I would be easy to find.
However, it took the emergency responders 1.5 hours to eventually get to me. The first set of responders were state park rangers who got stuck in a 4×4 pickup truck in 2-3 foot snow drifts on the fire road. The second set of responders were 10 guys from the volunteer fire department in a 1958 army jeep with tire chains. This was a big smoking beast and could plow through the snow drifts.
It took them a long time to find me because for some reason what I thought were clear directions to my location got lost in translation between the dispatcher and the responders; and they couldn’t use my GPS coordinates. When they were close, the first responders sounded some sirens and asked me to yell; I could hear the sirens but they couldn’t hear my yelling because I was in a small hollow. At this point I realized my little Osprey daypack did not have a sternum strap whistle and I kicked myself for not bringing a Fox safety whistle.
I was fortunate to be rescued quickly. I might have been in real trouble with hypothermia as later it started to rain. The first responders were exceptionally kind and professional.
So here is what I did right:
- Left trip plan with wife
- Didn’t panic after the accident
- Carried plenty of extra clothing layers
Here is what I did wrong:
- Didn’t have a whistle
- Didn’t entirely realize that conditions would get worse on the ridge road as elevation and exposure gradually increased – in hindsight, one of the lower more protected paths would have been better
- Maybe needed better shoes for conditions – I had Altra Lone Peaks – and also microspikes
- Allowed my mind to wander a bit just as the accident happened
- Maybe should have gone with the fall in the first direction rather than trying to catch myself
In the interest of improving my backpacking technique, and hopefully to promote others from learning from my accident (carry a whistle! easy), does anyone else have any other feedback? Thanks in advance.
PS: My ankle is mostly healed now. Only broke 1 of 2 ankle bones, and no pins/plates needed. I did have to cancel this summer’s Wind River trek.


