This memorial page honors 1967 classmates of Box Elder High School who are no longer with us. Please take a moment to add a comment about them here. They touched and contributed our lives for a brief moment. They will not be forgotten. Tell us what you remember. We strive for accuracy so please let us know if you find an error or have some information we can add to our page.
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Everett Hooper and I were in the same boy scout troupe in Willard. One summer the troupe went on what was supposed to be an overnight hike up Cook's Canyon above the east bench of the mountain overlooking South Willard area, just east of where Elizabeth Lemon lived. As troupe leader I was just behind the scout master ascending a relatively sheer wall where a waterfall usually is with Everett climbing just behind me. I reached up and grabbed a large rock to pull myself up and the rock was not as secure as it originally appeared to be. I yelled at everyone below me as the boulder started to move and fall down the cliff. Everett happened to be the only one that had started the ascent behind me so everyone else was able to get out of the way. When Everett heard me yell I saw him look up toward the rock and shift his body toward the left. But the big rock hit him on the back of the leg and blood started to flow everywhere when the artery was crushed. We were able to get Everett down from his perch before he bled out and as good little scouts we applied direct compression on the wound to stop the bleeding. We made a stretcher out of our shirts and jackets wrapped around 2 long tree limbs and we soon got him down and to the hospital. But that was after we stopped for lunch (sort of) and burned about 25 acres of the mountainside in the process. Such is the life of a Boy Scout. Everett ended getting something like 50 stitches in the leg. And I remember he had a fairly bad limp for a long time after that. But that didn't hamper our going water skiing a few years later on Willard Bay wearing wetsuits because it was so cold there was still ice and snow on the shoreline. He will be missed.
Everett Hooper and I were in the same boy scout troupe in Willard. One summer the troupe went on what was supposed to be an overnight hike up Cook's Canyon above the east bench of the mountain overlooking South Willard area, just east of where Elizabeth Lemon lived.
ReplyDeleteAs troupe leader I was just behind the scout master ascending a relatively sheer wall where a waterfall usually is with Everett climbing just behind me. I reached up and grabbed a large rock to pull myself up and the rock was not as secure as it originally appeared to be. I yelled at everyone below me as the boulder started to move and fall down the cliff. Everett happened to be the only one that had started the ascent behind me so everyone else was able to get out of the way. When Everett heard me yell I saw him look up toward the rock and shift his body toward the left. But the big rock hit him on the back of the leg and blood started to flow everywhere when the artery was crushed.
We were able to get Everett down from his perch before he bled out and as good little scouts we applied direct compression on the wound to stop the bleeding. We made a stretcher out of our shirts and jackets wrapped around 2 long tree limbs and we soon got him down and to the hospital. But that was after we stopped for lunch (sort of) and burned about 25 acres of the mountainside in the process. Such is the life of a Boy Scout.
Everett ended getting something like 50 stitches in the leg. And I remember he had a fairly bad limp for a long time after that. But that didn't hamper our going water skiing a few years later on Willard Bay wearing wetsuits because it was so cold there was still ice and snow on the shoreline.
He will be missed.
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