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The Infographics Show, I Was Trapped In A Canyon For 127 Hours

I Was Trapped In A Canyon For 127 Hours

April 27, 2003 - An exhausted and pale young man stares into a camcorder.

"It's 3:05 on Sunday.

This marks my 24-hour mark of being stuck in BlueJohn Canyon.

My name is Aron Ralston.

My parents are Donna and Larry Ralston, of Englewood, Colorado.

Whoever finds this, please make an attempt to get this to them.

Be sure of it.

I would appreciate it."

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With his left hand Ralston moves the camera and records his right arm.

At the wrist, it's stuck in a narrow gap between a large boulder and the canyon wall.

Past the pinch point, the flesh of his right hand has turned a sickening bruised grayish

hue.

Ralston explains to the camera that his hand has been without circulation for 24 hours

and that he's probably going to die here, all alone, trapped in a remote canyon.

But he didn't die; this is the story of how Aron Ralston self amputated his arm to

save his life.

Saturday April 26, 2003 - 27 year old Aron Ralston, an avid outdoorsman who excelled

at skiing, hiking and mountain climbing was supposed to go on a mountaineering trip with

friends, but the plans fell through.

He decided to take the trip by himself, and he packed some supplies and his mountain bike

in the back of his truck and drove nearly five hours to the wilds of southeastern Wayne

County, Utah.

Two and a half hours away from the nearest tiny town of Moab, Ralston parked his car

at the trailhead to Horseshoe Canyon in Canyonlands National Park.

Horseshoe Canyon is stunning.

It's full of vast rock formations, sandstone monoliths and deep ravines.

It's remote, blue sky, big country, where you can hike all day and never see another

see another soul.

It was a lovely late spring morning.

Ralston's plan was to do a 30 mile (48.28 km) loop of biking and canyoneering through

Horseshoe and BlueJohn canyons.

He was dressed in biker shorts with regular shorts on top and a t-shirt.

He carried a 25 pound (11.33 kg) pack, filled mainly with climbing gear.

He also had a small first aid kit, a cheap knockoff multi purpose tool, two burritos

and a gallon of water split between a hydration pack and a water bottle.

Ralston spent the morning mountain biking cross-country.

Around midday, at the end of his 15 mile (24.14 km) ride, he locked his bike to a tree at

the top of BlueJohn Canyon planning to later drive his truck up to retrieve it.

Ralston ran into 2 young female hikers and hiked with them a bit before splitting off

to take on the tougher part of the canyon.

Ralston used his rock climbing equipment to navigate the intricate, narrow passages of

BlueJohn Canyon.

After about an hour or so, he came across three large boulders wedged in a 3-foot wide

slot canyon that he had to climb over.

The second boulder shifted as he tried to scramble over it, painfully crushing his left

hand and then pinning his right wrist against the wall.

Ralston was stuck.

He yanked at his right arm, to try to pull it free.

His hand had almost instantly gone numb, but yanking was incredibly painful and the boulder--later

estimated to be 800 pounds (362.8 kg) didn't budge.

Ralston maneuvered himself as best he could into a more comfortable position.

He braced his legs and thrust, trying to push up the boulder up with his feet.

That didn't work either.

Ralston's hand had lost feeling, he was experiencing compartment syndrome.

This is when acute pressure is on or builds within muscle to dangerous levels.

Blood flow is decreased, which prevents nourishment and oxygen from reaching nerve and muscle

cells.

The compartmentalized tissue rapidly deteriorates and begins to die.

Ralston stopped for a break and awkwardly contorted himself to reach the water bottle

in his pack.

He chugged quite a bit of water before logical thought kicked in.

He was stuck, he needed to ration his water supply.

He knew the average survival time in the desert without water is between two and three days,

sometimes less if the person is exerting themselves in 100-degree heat.

He estimated that he had until Monday night.

Ralston forced himself to relax to stop the adrenaline coursing through his body.

He then took an inventory of his supplies.

In addition the food and water he had not already eaten, he had a personal CD player

with CDs, extra AA batteries, a mini-digital-video camcorder, a digital camera, a three-LED headlamp,

climbing gear and the multitool.

His legs were tired of standing, so Ralston used his rope bag to pad the ledge in front

of him so he could lean against it.

He tried to chip away at the rock with the 3 inch blade on his multitool, but made no

progress, the rock was hard and the blade dull.

Ralston spent the next couple of hours coming up with and discarding ideas for freeing himself.

Early on he thought about cutting his arm off, but quickly shied away from that notion.

As day turned into night, it grew chilly, the temperature dropped to a breezy 30 degrees.

Periodically Ralston turned on his headlamp and continued to try to chip away at the rock

to stay warm.

He grew exhausted, but when his knees buckled, the weight of his body tugged on his trapped

arm which sent pain shooting through his system.

Finally Ralston constructed a seat.

He maneuvered himself into his climbing harness and after many tries, managed to throw a carabiner

bundle into an overhead crack in the rock and wedge it tight so it could support his

weight.

For the first time in several hours, Ralston was able to sit.

However, after about 15 minutes the harness restricted blood flow to his legs.

So he began sitting and standing in 20-minute intervals, to rest his legs, but not damage

them.

Over the next 2 days Ralston continued to chip at the rock and also tried to construct

a pulley system to move the boulder off his hand.

It was to no avail.

He began urinating into his empty hydration pack, saving his pee.

Ralston experienced a host of emotions.

He reminisced about happy times with family and friends.

He brooded and struggled with remorse and depression over times that had gone poorly.

Though not particularly religious, he prayed and spoke aloud to God, asking for help and

a way out.

A few times he thought he heard voices and yelled for help, but only received the mocking

sound of his own voice echoing from rock formations in reply.

On Tuesday when Ralston ran out of water, he began drinking his pee.

As time passed, Ralston experimented with cutting his trapped right arm.

He stabbed down to the bone, but realized that there was no way his blunt knife would

be able to cut through it.

Ralston despaired, but eventually came to a kind of peace and acceptance of the fact

that he was going to die alone in the canyon.

Ralston made videos with his camcorder, saying goodbye to friends and family.

He also gave his last will and testament.

He scratched his name, birth month and year into the rock as an epitaph.

He also scratched APR 03.

On Wednesday night, having been stuck for 6 days, Ralston faded in and out of trances;

hallucinating.

He was delirious, dehydrated and cold.

Near dawn, he suddenly had a premonition of his future.

He was playing with a blond-haired 3 year old boy in a red polo shirt.

Ralston scooped the toddler up with his left arm, using his right stump to balance him

and swing the child up on his shoulders while they both laugh.

This vision spurred Ralston on, before then he thought that he would perish by himself

in the canyon before help arrived, now he believed that he would live.

By now, Ralston's eyes hurt every time he blinked, there was 5 days of grit built up

on his contacts.

His gums and tongue had grown raw from sipping his acidic urine.

He poked the thumb on his right hand twice.

The second time he easily slipped the blade deep, which punctured the epidermis.

Due to the gases from the advanced decomposition, his arm hissed like a balloon letting out

air.

He smelled a fainting rotting stench.

Suddenly angry, Ralston went into a rage, yanking his arm, struggling against the boulder.

He discovered that his decomposing limb was pliable and had the epiphany that he could

bend it against the boulder until his bones broke.

Ralston violently bent his arm back and forth, using his body weight to exert pressure on

his arm.

Finally, the torque snapped his radius and ulna bones.

He then used the dull blade of his multipurpose tool to saw through the soft skin and tissue

of his arm, carefully preserving the arteries.

Ralston paused in cutting to apply a makeshift tourniquet made from the rubber tubing from

his hydration pack, using his biking shorts for padding.

He then used the multitool's pliers to sever his tendons, before continuing to cut his

flesh.

Cutting through the main bundle of nerves was especially painful.

Then Ralston cut through the last piece of skin and was free.

Later Ralston said the amputation and bandaging took about an hour.

Ralston described the moment when he walked out of the slot canyon as being reborn, "because

I'd already accepted I was going to die".

Meanwhile, worried friends had filed a missing persons report on Tuesday night after Ralston

had failed to show up for work for 2 days.

The police traced Ralston's credit card; it had been last used to purchase groceries

in Moab.

Family and friends were convinced that Ralston had gone hiking near there.

Authorities started checking the southeast corner of the county and luckily came across

Ralston's truck at the trailhead of Horseshoe Canyon.

Search and rescue started doing flyovers in a rescue helicopter.

After the amputation, a bleeding Ralston crawled and climbed his way through the rest of BlueJohn

canyon.

With his teeth and left hand he slowly, painfully rigged his climbing ropes.

He then rappelled one handed some 60 feet (18.28 m) down a sheer cliff face.

It was late afternoon when Ralston finally made it to the canyon floor.

In bad physical shape, covered in blood, Ralston staggered through the desert.

He managed to hike nearly 7 miles (11.26 km) before running into the Meijers, a family

of Dutch tourists.

They gave him some water and hailed a helicopter from the Utah Department of Public Safety

flying overhead.

Ralston was rescued about 4 hours after amputating his lower right arm.

He was only about a mile from his truck when found.

Rescuers helped keep Ralston conscious for the 12 minute flight to the Allen Memorial

Hospital in Moab.

When they got to the hospital, he amazed them by walking into the emergency room on his

own.

He was stabilized before being flown to St. Mary's Hospital in Grand Junction, Colorado

for surgery.

Ralston had lost around 40 pounds (18 kg), including 25% of his blood volume.

Rescuers said that the slot canyon Ranston was stuck in was so narrow, that he never

would have been spotted from the helicopter.

Worried that hikers would make pilgrimages to see Ralston's arm and get into trouble

themselves, park authorities retrieved Ralston's arm.

It's said to have taken several men, a winch and a hydraulic jack to move the boulder so

that Ralston's severed arm could be freed.

Since his canyoneering accident, Ralston spent 6 months making a complete recovery.

He quickly learned to use a prosthetic and returned to the outdoor activities he loved

so much.

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Do you think you could amputate a body part to survive?

Let us know in the comments!

And check out the brand new channel called “I Am.”

Real stories come to life as they're told from the perspective of the people who lived

it.

Watch “I Am a Plague Doctor” right now and be one of the first to subscribe!

I Was Trapped In A Canyon For 127 Hours Ich war 127 Stunden lang in einer Schlucht gefangen Ήμουν παγιδευμένος σε ένα φαράγγι για 127 ώρες Estuve 127 horas atrapado en un cañón Sono stato intrappolato in un canyon per 127 ore 127시간 동안 협곡에 갇혔습니다. Fiquei preso num desfiladeiro durante 127 horas Я был заперт в каньоне на 127 часов Bir Kanyonda 127 Saat Mahsur Kaldım Я був у пастці в каньйоні протягом 127 годин 我被困峽谷127小時

April 27, 2003 - An exhausted and pale young man stares into a camcorder. |||||||gazes at|||video recording device

"It's 3:05 on Sunday.

This marks my 24-hour mark of being stuck in BlueJohn Canyon.

My name is Aron Ralston.

My parents are Donna and Larry Ralston, of Englewood, Colorado.

Whoever finds this, please make an attempt to get this to them. |||kindly|||try|||||

Be sure of it.

I would appreciate it."

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With his left hand Ralston moves the camera and records his right arm.

At the wrist, it's stuck in a narrow gap between a large boulder and the canyon wall. ||||||||||||large rock||||

Past the pinch point, the flesh of his right hand has turned a sickening bruised grayish ||compressed area|||skin and tissue||||||||nauseatingly discolored gray|discolored and injured|pale gray Плоть правой руки приобрела неприятный серовато-сиреневый оттенок.

hue. Color shade.

Ralston explains to the camera that his hand has been without circulation for 24 hours

and that he's probably going to die here, all alone, trapped in a remote canyon. |||||||||||||isolated, distant, secluded|

But he didn't die; this is the story of how Aron Ralston self amputated his arm to |||||||||||Aron Ralston||cut off|||

save his life.

Saturday April 26, 2003 - 27 year old Aron Ralston, an avid outdoorsman who excelled |||||||enthusiastic|nature enthusiast||performed exceptionally well

at skiing, hiking and mountain climbing was supposed to go on a mountaineering trip with |mountain sports|||||||||||mountain climbing trip||

friends, but the plans fell through. ||||didn't work out|didn't work out

He decided to take the trip by himself, and he packed some supplies and his mountain bike

in the back of his truck and drove nearly five hours to the wilds of southeastern Wayne

County, Utah.

Two and a half hours away from the nearest tiny town of Moab, Ralston parked his car

at the trailhead to Horseshoe Canyon in Canyonlands National Park. ||start of trail|||||||

Horseshoe Canyon is stunning. U-shaped valley|||breathtakingly beautiful

It's full of vast rock formations, sandstone monoliths and deep ravines. |||||rock structures|Sedimentary rock|large single stones|||deep narrow valleys

It's remote, blue sky, big country, where you can hike all day and never see another

see another soul. ||another person

It was a lovely late spring morning. |||beautiful|||

Ralston's plan was to do a 30 mile (48.28 km) loop of biking and canyoneering through Ralston's strategy||||||||||cycling||canyon exploration activities|

Horseshoe and BlueJohn canyons. |||narrow valleys

He was dressed in biker shorts with regular shorts on top and a t-shirt. |||||||standard or typical|||||||

He carried a 25 pound (11.33 kg) pack, filled mainly with climbing gear.

He also had a small first aid kit, a cheap knockoff multi purpose tool, two burritos |||||||||||multi-purpose tool||||

and a gallon of water split between a hydration pack and a water bottle.

Ralston spent the morning mountain biking cross-country.

Around midday, at the end of his 15 mile (24.14 km) ride, he locked his bike to a tree at

the top of BlueJohn Canyon planning to later drive his truck up to retrieve it.

Ralston ran into 2 young female hikers and hiked with them a bit before splitting off

to take on the tougher part of the canyon. чтобы пройти более сложную часть каньона.

Ralston used his rock climbing equipment to navigate the intricate, narrow passages of |||||||||complex and detailed|||

BlueJohn Canyon.

After about an hour or so, he came across three large boulders wedged in a 3-foot wide Через час или около того он наткнулся на три больших валуна, зажатых в проеме шириной 3 фута.

slot canyon that he had to climb over. каньон, через который ему пришлось перебираться.

The second boulder shifted as he tried to scramble over it, painfully crushing his left Второй валун сдвинулся, когда он пытался перелезть через него, больно придавив его левую руку.

hand and then pinning his right wrist against the wall.

Ralston was stuck.

He yanked at his right arm, to try to pull it free.

His hand had almost instantly gone numb, but yanking was incredibly painful and the boulder--later ||||||without feeling||pulling forcefully|||||||

estimated to be 800 pounds (362.8 kg) didn't budge.

Ralston maneuvered himself as best he could into a more comfortable position. |adjusted||||||||||

He braced his legs and thrust, trying to push up the boulder up with his feet. |prepared firmly||||pushed forcefully||||||||||

That didn't work either. |||as well

Ralston's hand had lost feeling, he was experiencing compartment syndrome. Рука Ралстона потеряла чувствительность, у него начался синдром отсека.

This is when acute pressure is on or builds within muscle to dangerous levels.

Blood flow is decreased, which prevents nourishment and oxygen from reaching nerve and muscle

cells.

The compartmentalized tissue rapidly deteriorates and begins to die. ||||breaks down||||

Ralston stopped for a break and awkwardly contorted himself to reach the water bottle ||||||uncomfortably|twisted or bent|||||| Ралстон остановился на перерыв и неловко изогнулся, чтобы достать бутылку с водой.

in his pack.

He chugged quite a bit of water before logical thought kicked in. |gulped down quickly||||||||||

He was stuck, he needed to ration his water supply. ||||||conserve|||

He knew the average survival time in the desert without water is between two and three days,

sometimes less if the person is exerting themselves in 100-degree heat.

He estimated that he had until Monday night.

Ralston forced himself to relax to stop the adrenaline coursing through his body.

He then took an inventory of his supplies.

In addition the food and water he had not already eaten, he had a personal CD player

with CDs, extra AA batteries, a mini-digital-video camcorder, a digital camera, a three-LED headlamp,

climbing gear and the multitool.

His legs were tired of standing, so Ralston used his rope bag to pad the ledge in front Ноги устали стоять, поэтому Ральстон воспользовался веревочным мешком, чтобы набросить его на уступ впереди.

of him so he could lean against it. чтобы он мог прислониться к ней.

He tried to chip away at the rock with the 3 inch blade on his multitool, but made no

progress, the rock was hard and the blade dull.

Ralston spent the next couple of hours coming up with and discarding ideas for freeing himself. |||||||||||rejecting||||

Early on he thought about cutting his arm off, but quickly shied away from that notion. |||||||||||backed off||||

As day turned into night, it grew chilly, the temperature dropped to a breezy 30 degrees.

Periodically Ralston turned on his headlamp and continued to try to chip away at the rock

to stay warm.

He grew exhausted, but when his knees buckled, the weight of his body tugged on his trapped |||||||||||||pulled forcefully on||| Он обессилел, но когда его колени подкосились, тяжесть его тела перетянула зажатые в ловушке руки.

arm which sent pain shooting through his system. Рука отозвалась болью, пронизывающей все тело.

Finally Ralston constructed a seat.

He maneuvered himself into his climbing harness and after many tries, managed to throw a carabiner |positioned himself into||||||||||||||climbing clip

bundle into an overhead crack in the rock and wedge it tight so it could support his

weight.

For the first time in several hours, Ralston was able to sit.

However, after about 15 minutes the harness restricted blood flow to his legs. |||||safety restraint system|cut off|||||

So he began sitting and standing in 20-minute intervals, to rest his legs, but not damage

them.

Over the next 2 days Ralston continued to chip at the rock and also tried to construct

a pulley system to move the boulder off his hand.

It was to no avail. Это было безрезультатно.

He began urinating into his empty hydration pack, saving his pee.

Ralston experienced a host of emotions. Ралстон испытал множество эмоций.

He reminisced about happy times with family and friends. |looked back|||||||

He brooded and struggled with remorse and depression over times that had gone poorly. Он размышлял и мучился угрызениями совести и депрессией из-за неудачно проведенного времени.

Though not particularly religious, he prayed and spoke aloud to God, asking for help and

a way out.

A few times he thought he heard voices and yelled for help, but only received the mocking

sound of his own voice echoing from rock formations in reply.

On Tuesday when Ralston ran out of water, he began drinking his pee.

As time passed, Ralston experimented with cutting his trapped right arm.

He stabbed down to the bone, but realized that there was no way his blunt knife would

be able to cut through it.

Ralston despaired, but eventually came to a kind of peace and acceptance of the fact |lost hope|||||||||||||

that he was going to die alone in the canyon.

Ralston made videos with his camcorder, saying goodbye to friends and family.

He also gave his last will and testament.

He scratched his name, birth month and year into the rock as an epitaph. |||||||||||||memorial inscription

He also scratched APR 03. ||crossed out|

On Wednesday night, having been stuck for 6 days, Ralston faded in and out of trances; ||||||||||||||altered states

hallucinating.

He was delirious, dehydrated and cold.

Near dawn, he suddenly had a premonition of his future. ||||||forewarning|||

He was playing with a blond-haired 3 year old boy in a red polo shirt.

Ralston scooped the toddler up with his left arm, using his right stump to balance him |||young child|||||||||||| Ралстон подхватил малыша левой рукой, используя правый обрубок для равновесия.

and swing the child up on his shoulders while they both laugh.

This vision spurred Ralston on, before then he thought that he would perish by himself ||motivated||||||||||||

in the canyon before help arrived, now he believed that he would live.

By now, Ralston's eyes hurt every time he blinked, there was 5 days of grit built up К этому моменту глаза Ролстона болели каждый раз, когда он моргал, - за пять дней накопился песок.

on his contacts. на его контакты.

His gums and tongue had grown raw from sipping his acidic urine. Его десны и язык стали сырыми от глотка кислой мочи.

He poked the thumb on his right hand twice. |prodded|||||||

The second time he easily slipped the blade deep, which punctured the epidermis.

Due to the gases from the advanced decomposition, his arm hissed like a balloon letting out |||||||breaking down process||||||||

air.

He smelled a fainting rotting stench.

Suddenly angry, Ralston went into a rage, yanking his arm, struggling against the boulder.

He discovered that his decomposing limb was pliable and had the epiphany that he could |||||||easily bent||||sudden realization|||

bend it against the boulder until his bones broke.

Ralston violently bent his arm back and forth, using his body weight to exert pressure on

his arm.

Finally, the torque snapped his radius and ulna bones. |||||||forearm bone|

He then used the dull blade of his multipurpose tool to saw through the soft skin and tissue

of his arm, carefully preserving the arteries.

Ralston paused in cutting to apply a makeshift tourniquet made from the rubber tubing from ||||||||emergency bandage||||||

his hydration pack, using his biking shorts for padding.

He then used the multitool's pliers to sever his tendons, before continuing to cut his |||||||cut off||ligaments|||||

flesh.

Cutting through the main bundle of nerves was especially painful.

Then Ralston cut through the last piece of skin and was free.

Later Ralston said the amputation and bandaging took about an hour.

Ralston described the moment when he walked out of the slot canyon as being reborn, "because

I'd already accepted I was going to die".

Meanwhile, worried friends had filed a missing persons report on Tuesday night after Ralston

had failed to show up for work for 2 days.

The police traced Ralston's credit card; it had been last used to purchase groceries

in Moab.

Family and friends were convinced that Ralston had gone hiking near there.

Authorities started checking the southeast corner of the county and luckily came across

Ralston's truck at the trailhead of Horseshoe Canyon.

Search and rescue started doing flyovers in a rescue helicopter.

After the amputation, a bleeding Ralston crawled and climbed his way through the rest of BlueJohn

canyon.

With his teeth and left hand he slowly, painfully rigged his climbing ropes. Зубами и левой рукой он медленно, мучительно затягивал веревки для лазания.

He then rappelled one handed some 60 feet (18.28 m) down a sheer cliff face. ||descended by rope||||||||steep, vertical, abrupt|| Затем он спустился на руках на 60 футов (18,28 м) по отвесной скале.

It was late afternoon when Ralston finally made it to the canyon floor.

In bad physical shape, covered in blood, Ralston staggered through the desert.

He managed to hike nearly 7 miles (11.26 km) before running into the Meijers, a family

of Dutch tourists.

They gave him some water and hailed a helicopter from the Utah Department of Public Safety

flying overhead.

Ralston was rescued about 4 hours after amputating his lower right arm.

He was only about a mile from his truck when found.

Rescuers helped keep Ralston conscious for the 12 minute flight to the Allen Memorial

Hospital in Moab.

When they got to the hospital, he amazed them by walking into the emergency room on his

own.

He was stabilized before being flown to St. Mary's Hospital in Grand Junction, Colorado

for surgery.

Ralston had lost around 40 pounds (18 kg), including 25% of his blood volume.

Rescuers said that the slot canyon Ranston was stuck in was so narrow, that he never ||||||Ranston was trapped|||||||||

would have been spotted from the helicopter.

Worried that hikers would make pilgrimages to see Ralston's arm and get into trouble |||||special journeys||||||||

themselves, park authorities retrieved Ralston's arm.

It's said to have taken several men, a winch and a hydraulic jack to move the boulder so

that Ralston's severed arm could be freed.

Since his canyoneering accident, Ralston spent 6 months making a complete recovery.

He quickly learned to use a prosthetic and returned to the outdoor activities he loved The man||||||artificial limb||||||||

so much.

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Do you think you could amputate a body part to survive?

Let us know in the comments!

And check out the brand new channel called “I Am.”

Real stories come to life as they're told from the perspective of the people who lived

it.

Watch “I Am a Plague Doctor” right now and be one of the first to subscribe!