Karma's search for Oscar

Kelsy wasn't too happy when I assembled the search gear and then left her at home.  Kelsy follows scent trails, so she is not the best sort of dog to find a cat.  In today's search for Oscar, I borrowed Karma, who has been trained to find pools of cat scent.  Karma does not follow the scent trail of a specific animal, but she just finds any and all cats.  If it's not the cat we are looking for, she just looks for another one. 

Karma found two cats today, neither of which were Oscar.  Oscar is an orange cat with short hair, and Karma found an orange cat with long hair.  Karma cleared about 16 yards in three hours.  We didn't get permission to search every yard we would have liked, but we did hit the most likely places Oscar could be hiding.  During the search, we ran into many people who had seen an orange cat.  Some weren't sure whether it was the long-haired orange cat, but other people were sure it was a short-haired orange cat. 

Even though we weren't able to find Oscar during the search, I feel confident he is still in the area.  The neighborhood has many outdoor cats, and I think that their territories have shifted somehow, and Oscar has been bumped out of his normal range.  Oscar has been missing for five days.  His owner is putting up large neon posters in the area.  He has a good chance of making it back home. 

Karma slept very well on the ride home, and she was happy to see her owner after a day's adventure.  Kelsy scolded me for leaving her at home, but she soon forgave me.

Temp: 47F
Feels like: 42F
Mostly Cloudy
Humidity: 79%
Wind: ESE at 9 mph
Updated: 3/26/11 6:25 PM PDT

Name:		Track 038
Date:		Mar 26, 2011 10:43 am
Map: (valid until Sep 22, 2011)		View on Map
Distance:		1.60 miles
Elapsed Time:		2:42:26
Avg Speed:		0.6 mph
Max Speed:		11.6 mph
Avg Pace:		-- per mile
Min Altitude:		381 ft
Max Altitude:		442 ft
Start Time:		2011-03-26T17:43:48Z
Start Location:
	Latitude:	47.460096º N
	Longitude:	122.165573º W
End Location:
	Latitude:	47.460829º N
	Longitude:	122.167147º W

Kelsy

Last night, I woke up before dawn, and I couldn't fall back to sleep right away.  Kelsy sensed that I had turned over, and she moved over next to me, seeking warmth because the air was cool.  She laid her spine against my chest and her head on my arm.  My breath moved the short fur on the back of her neck and I could smell the slightly sweet, distinct scent of her ears.  I rubbed her chest, and she fell back asleep.  As she started to dream, her feet twitched, and I felt like I was right there with her in the dream.  I could almost tell which way she was moving in her dream by the relative amplitude of her rippling muscles.  Her neck would tremble as she turned one way or the other in her dream world.  I hoped that she felt my presence and that I was with her in her dream, keeping her safe.  Eventually, her dream subsided, and we both fell into a calm sleep.

Quite often, people ask me why I do this, volunteering my time to chase down a strange dog.  I do it because I love Kelsy.  I love all three of my dogs, Porter, Tess, and Kelsy, but with Kelsy I took advantage of the opportunity to give her a meaningful and fulfilling job, using her skills to help other animals.  It is just a game to her, most of the time, but other times I think she senses what is at stake.  The times she found the remains of deceased dogs, she behaved solemnly, as though she knew the full story of predator and prey, and how the scene unfolded on that spot.  She takes her job seriously, and she is frustrated when we can't continue the search because of property lines or because the dog was picked up.  In doing this work, Kelsy is leading a fuller life.  She still enjoys sleeping on a couch just as much as the other dogs, but I wonder if Porter and Tess are dreaming of cupcakes while Kelsy is dreaming of the search.  I wish I would have known about Missing Pet Partnership years ago, so I could have given all three dogs the chance to do this work.

When Kelsy and I work together, we are a team, a unit.  I am watching everything she does, paying attention to the slightest change in the angle of her head or the tension on the leash.  When a fresh scent hits her nose, the impulse travels right up the leash as if we are wired together.  As we search, we become one person.  Through repetition, through trial and error, we are both learning how to work a scent trail and how to decipher the tricky double-backs and overlapping loops.  I am learning how to communicate with her and how not to communicate with her to stay in the groove and work an ephemeral, invisible trail.  I am allowed to enter her world, to see the world through her eyes, and through her magnificent nose.

It's hard to imagine that anyone loves anyone as much as I love Kelsy, but it is possible.  I can imagine how crushing it would be if Kelsy were suddenly missing.  My life would come to a stop.  When people are missing their dogs, if they love them half as much as I love Kelsy, then I know how hard it is, and how desperately they want this member of their family back home, safe.  Because they've never met someone like me, someone who works with a scent dog to track lost dogs, people often ask me why I do it.  I do it because I love Kelsy, and because I understand that you might love your dog almost as much.  I do it because, if Kelsy were suddenly missing, I would want someone to help me.  If Kelsy were lost, I would give anything to find her.

The Search for Mac

Mac is the first wallaby that Kelsy has tried to track.  I didn't know what to expect, and I advised Mac's owner that Kelsy had never tried this before.  Kelsy is a dog-detection dog, not a cat-detection dog, and so she is trained to follow the scent trail of a specific animal.  Her style of scent trailing usually doesn't work for cats because cats generally don't run for miles on a distinct trail.  They move a little, create a pool of scent, move a little more, and create another new pool of scent.  If Mac behaved like a dog, Kelsy might be able to track him, but if he was more like a cat, then she would probably be unsuccessful.

The trail Kelsy followed is on the map at the link below.  It starts out looping around, and then Kelsy hits on a distinct trail heading south toward home.  We hit that trail by accident after I had already called off the search.  We were just walking back to the truck when Kelsy started to pull me across the main street.  She got into her groove, for the first time that day, and she followed along the guardrail and down onto the walking trail between the main road and the lake.  She stuck to this linear scent trail like glue, ignoring dogs that she passed.  Finally, the trail led to a series of waterfront lots, which are long and narrow.  The first one had been recently mowed, obliterating the scent trail, and I didn't want to have to stop every sixty feet and request permission from each new property owner.  I advised Mac's owner to concentrate her search in that area.

If Kelsy was correct in the trail she followed, the answer to whether a wallaby acts more like a cat or a dog seems to be, a little of both.  I will be very interested to learn where they eventually find Mac.  Kelsy seemed disappointed that I stopped her in mid-trail.  Later in the evening, when I said the word "wallaby," she howled at me.

Temp: 49F
Feels like: 48F
Mostly Cloudy
Humidity: 60%
Wind: SSE at 4 mph
Updated: 3/20/11 2:45 PM PDT

Update:  Mac was eventually found, deceased, not far from where Kelsy's trail had ended.  Mac had entered the water, for some unknown reason, and seems to have drowned.  Kelsy could not follow the scent trail into the lake.  Mac was found 700 feet east of where Kelsy followed a trail to the water's edge, possibly pushed there by currents.

Name:		Track 037
Date:		Mar 20, 2011 1:29 pm
Map: (valid until Sep 16, 2011)		View on Map
Distance:		1.67 miles
Elapsed Time:		1:14:43
Avg Speed:		1.3 mph
Max Speed:		4.7 mph
Avg Pace:		44' 37" per mile
Min Altitude:		45 ft
Max Altitude:		331 ft
Start Time:		2011-03-20T20:29:56Z
Start Location:
	Latitude:	47.579448º N
	Longitude:	122.073612º W
End Location:
	Latitude:	47.569705º N
	Longitude:	122.066391º W

Random notes

No search today.

I used to keep a journal of all my dogs' inconsequential activities. I realized I can still do that here, and people can skip over the boring stuff.

Kelsy acted strange, today, and it took me a minute to figure it out. We had gone to the dog park and she had run around like a maniac, chasing her ball and wallowing in her swamp. Then we went to the rain garden at the elementary school, and Kelsy watched me pull weeds. After about an hour, I look over and noticed she had an odd expression. I didn't know what to make of it. I wondered if Mount Rainier was about to blow. When I got closer, I noticed she was trembling. I looked around for what might be causing her to tremble, but nothing was unusual. Finally, it occurred to me that she was cold! I had never seen her cold before. Since I first got Porter eleven years ago, I have never seen any of my three dogs cold. It never occurred to me that they could get cold. They are always rolling in the snow and plunging into half-frozen lakes. Just last week, Kelsy went swimming in Puget Sound during a storm. I guess lying on the concrete in the rain, not moving, finally quenched her furnace. I felt bad for making her cold, but it had never dawned on me that she could be cold. We went and hopped in the truck, and she was instantly fine.

The Search for Rocky

Rocky dashed away from home yesterday around 4 PM.  He was last seen running into the park as people were trying to catch him.  Denise requested the help of MPP, and I sent her the handbook of 15 tools and techniques for finding your lost dog.  After reading through the material, she was interested in a search dog.  I explained that this search might have a lower chance of success than usual because they took Rocky for walks in the area on a regular basis, so old scent trails might be hard to distinguish from new scent trails.  Knowing the limitations and the drawbacks, Denise opted to have the search.  Kelsy and I arrived around 4:40.  We got started right away to make the most of the daylight.

For a scent article, we used a bed that Rocky liked to lay on for many hours each day.  Kelsy spent longer than usual sniffing the scent article, and then she started on the trail.  Fairly quickly, she found some scat that Denise said was consistent with Rocky.  Kelsy followed the scent trail through the park, a wooded ravine with fairly good visibility and sight lines.  On the downhill side of the park, Kelsy started using her eyes instead of her nose, a sign to me that she was either losing the scent trail, or it had gotten weaker.  Then she started using her nose again and took us to the end of the block.  At the intersection below the park, Cullbertson and Sherwood, Kelsy turned and gave me the negative signal, indicating she had run out of scent.  When turning back, she stopped at a gate to a yard.  Instead of pursuing this, I took her back to the center of the park, where the scent was hottest, and started her again.  She led me on several branch trails, and into a section of ferns and huckleberries.  Each time she took a particular interest in a spot, I checked to see what she was smelling, and I never saw signs of predation.  Kelsy ended up leading me back to the beginning, to the parking lot and the point where Rocky was last seen.  As we were trying to find a trail out of the main overlapping trail, Denise got a call that Rocky had been found about a mile south of where we were looking.  Denise went to that house, and it turned out to actually be Rocky.  He had curled up on someone's porch, and they found him when they came home.  I don't know for sure, but I think the finders saw the neon posters for Rocky as they were driving through the neighborhood.  Or they might have called the number on the tag.  Anyway, Rocky was home, safe.

After we determined that Rocky was healthy, and offered him some food, Denise agreed to let Kelsy find Rocky as a reward for her efforts.  They walked Rocky from their front door to the end of the block and then right half a block more.  Kelsy sniffed the scent article again, and then led me charging toward Rocky on this fresh scent trail.  Rocky was a bit nervous at this big black dog rushing toward him, but he wasn't too scared.  Kelsy took a good sniff of him to make sure he was the right dog, and then she turned to me to ask for her treat.  I tossed her several good treats that Denise had given me, and then I threw her ball for her a few times in the street.  Kelsy slept soundly in the truck on the ride home.


Temp: 47F
Feels like: 44F
Cloudy
Humidity: 77%
Wind: S at 8 mph
Updated: 3/12/11 5:45 PM PST

I forgot to switch on the GPS, so I didn't record half the trail.  We actually started right where the map indicates the end, going in a loop, as Rocky probably did more than once in the middle of the night.

Name:		Track 036
Date:		Mar 12, 2011 5:16 pm
Map: (valid until Sep 8, 2011)		View on Map
Distance:		1.14 miles
Elapsed Time:		33:37.0
Avg Speed:		2.0 mph
Max Speed:		16.4 mph
Avg Pace:		29' 27" per mile
Min Altitude:		162 ft
Max Altitude:		460 ft
Start Time:		2011-03-13T01:16:14Z
Start Location:
	Latitude:	47.733691º N
	Longitude:	122.367748º W
End Location:
	Latitude:	47.734147º N
	Longitude:	122.361454º W

Practice search for Kody

Yesterday, Kelsy searched for Kody in a short practice trail.  Kelsy has been working hard lately and getting little reward.  I did praise her and reward her after the search for Cookie, where she found conclusive evidence, but that is not as rewarding as finding a happy, wiggly dog at the end of the trail.  Kat and Kody laid a short trail before our two hour meeting, and I put Kelsy on the trail after the meeting was over.  The trail just went around the block.  When I started Kelsy, she took off like a rocket, and I had to hold onto the leash with both hands.  She overshot the first turn, which I could tell because she was looking around in the dark for Kody, instead of using her nose.  When I took her back, she hit the right trail and started pulling even harder.  Again, she overshot when she saw a group of people, strangers, and leapt to the assumption that they had Kody.  After she saw they didn't have her, I was able to back Kelsy up, and she found the right trail again.  On the last leg of the trail, toward Kody's hiding place, Kelsy pulled the hardest yet, and we were fortunate that there was no traffic as she dragged me across the street.  Kelsy whipped around the corner and found Kody, and she asked for her reward, confident she had done a good job.  I gave her big chunks of cheese.  We went to get back in the truck, and Kelsy reminded me, just with a certain look, that we hadn't played fetch, yet.  I got the ball out, and we had a few quick throws in the dark parking lot. 

For that last leg of the trail, Kelsy was lit up, on fire.  That's how I like to see her.  She is powerful, motivated, on a mission, and I just hold on and try not to trip.  Kelsy works so hard on the difficult cases, trying to follow my instructions, which are often contradictory and confusing.  Go, stop, hurry up, slow down, wait, get to work.  To see her run through the dark like that, all fired up, is very gratifying to me.  This little practice trail was not difficult.  It was only intended to reward Kelsy, and I think it served that purpose well.  However, I did learn a little something, even though I wasn't expecting to: when Kelsy is on a hot scent, she will overshoot the turns, and I can tell she is overshooting them because she is looking instead of smelling.  In the past, I would have just read her hard pulling as evidence we were on the right trail.  Now I know to pay attention to whether she is looking or smelling her way forward.  Actually, I think we learned this lesson before, but this trail reminded me. 

Kelsy is snoring now, sleeping deeply.  I think the good search for Kody is helping her sleep even better than usual. 

The Search for Wolf

Wolf is a skinny old cat, 18 years old, about 5 pounds.  He went outside about 9 PM Monday night, and he wasn't in the house Tuesday morning.  Amy, a friend of mine, took her search dog Harley out to look in the woods for Wolf.  The trouble is, Wolf is Harley's kitty, and Wolf's scent is everywhere, so Harley isn't that good at finding Wolf sometimes.  Harley did find the remains of a cat, however.  The little that was left seemed to have come from a recent kill.  Amy asked if Kelsy and I might be able to help. 

I said we would try, even though this isn't our optimal sort of search.  Kelsy finds dogs, mostly, and finding cats is usually a different process.  I brought Kelsy over just to see what she would find.  Kelsy was very interested in a spot in the yard, as if some event had happened there.  I could see her reading the earth like a book, and I imagined she was reading the story of a struggle.  Kelsy took is into the woods, mostly along the same path Harley had taken earlier.  Kelsy found the same remains, and she led us deeper into the woods to the remains of a small rodent and a crow.  Kelsy and I didn't give Amy much new information.  Amy examined the little material she could find, and she thought it looked like it came from Wolf. 

It turned out, however, that Wolf was safe and warm in a neighbor's house, who mistook him for a stray and tried to help him.  Wolf is safe at home now, and we don't know whose remains we found in the woods.  We did see a flier for a missing cat, and that cat looked a lot like Wolfie.  Kelsy had started with a scent article of Wolf, taken from the freezer, and she got the signal to follow that trail.  Once we entered the dense undergrowth of the woods, we couldn't follow our usual procedures.  I think Kelsy just ended up following her nose to the next interesting smell. Kelsy unearthed information about the activities of predators in the woods, but it was hard for us to draw conclusions based on what we found.  Amy and I came to the wrong conclusion, thankfully.  Someone lost their cat, but it wasn't Wolf. 

Had it been someone besides Amy, I probably would have told them that such a search would not be Kelsy's strong suit.  Also, these kinds of searches are hard on Kelsy, I think.  Like the search for Cookie, Kelsy didn't get to find a happy animal at the end.  Fortunately, Kelsy got to search for Kody later in the day. 

The Search for Oreo

Oreo disappeared about ten days ago in an apartment complex in south Tacoma.  Normally, I don't use Kelsy for cat searches, but since this was an indoor only cat, I thought I would give it a try.  I had actually brought Karma down, to do the usual cat search, checking the bushes in a methodical search.  Because it wouldn't hurt anything, I tried Kelsy first to see if we could find a trail.  Oreo often slept on the arm of their sofa.  Kelsy had a hard time understanding that I wanted her to sniff the sofa as a scent article, but once she got it, she took off like a rocket on a scent trail leading to the right, around their building.  Kelsy led me to a cat's latrine, in the landscape, then she led me around the dumpsters and through a hole in the fence to the next neighborhood.  After that, the trail seemed less strong, more diffuse or overlapping.  Kelsy led me to the next block, to an abandoned house.  We were called back because they had a recent sighting of a cat matching Oreo's description.  When we got back, they said they had seen a cat that looked like Oreo going exactly where Kelsy had led me.  We tried to get permission to search the private properties where Kelsy and the witness had indicated, but no one answered the door.  Many condos and town homes in that neighborhood had crawlspaces with open access, and Oreo could have been in any one of them.  Without permission, we were unable to continue the search.

I told the owners that the scent trail Kelsy followed was much fresher than ten days old, and that Oreo likely came to their door recently, trying to get back in.  We did see a cat that looked similar to Oreo.  I have a feeling they will catch Oreo eventually.  I have no way of knowing if Kelsy was on the right trail, but she seemed pretty sure of herself in that first 200 yards from the apartment door to the hole in the fence.  It only occurred to me later, but I wish I had looked up into the tree by the hole in the fence.  Perhaps Oreo was looking down at us at that very moment.  The owner said later that Oreo always liked to climb on the highest part of the furniture in their apartment.  It could have been Kelsy's second walk-up find in one day.

The Search for Cookie

Cookie probably never knew what hit her.  She was taken by a predator so quickly and quietly that her owner, standing 30 feet away, never knew what happened.  Cookie was hard of hearing, with poor eyesight.  Perhaps it was a bobcat or a coyote, but it happened suddenly.

After reviewing the case with Cookie's owner, I advised against a search because he said he walked Cookie in the neighborhood, and I thought Kelsy would have a hard time sorting out the most recent trail from a previous trail.  Cookie's owner wanted a search anyway, just to cover all the bases, so we went out there yesterday morning.  Kelsy started at their front door, where Cookie had gone out at about 11:30 PM two days earlier.  Kelsy immediately took me around behind the house, which I was not expecting.  Kelsy took me about 100 yards into a forested greenbelt behind the neighbor's house, where Cookie could not have walked under her own power, being just 12 pounds and with weak legs.  Kelsy found the jacket that Cookie had been wearing, and when I turned it over with my knife, it had red blood on the inside.  The owners said it was definitely Cookie's jacket, and indeed it was identical to another one they had in their hands.  I advised them that a further search was probably unnecessary because Cookie could only have gotten that far in the jaws of a predator (I didn't phrase it like that).  They wanted to search more, to find Cookie.  I let Kelsy off leash and watched her.  Within a minute, she had found vital organs, so I leashed her up and took her away.  I praised her for a good job.  I advised the owners that they really shouldn't look any further, since we had a positive ID on Cookie's jacket, and since she couldn't possibly be alive without those organs.  I took Kelsy back up to the street to give her the full reward of cheese and playing fetch with her ball.  The full search was less than 10 minutes, and less than 150 yards.  I had advised the owners that a search would probably not be helpful, but it turned out I was wrong.  They never would have looked down there because Cookie could not have climbed over those logs.  Kelsy's nose gave them the positive proof to know what happened to Cookie.  They were deeply saddened, of course, but they were thankful for Kelsy.  They both threw the ball for her, to give her her reward for a job well done.

This case was very similar to the situation with Casey, in Auburn, last summer.  He was also small, looked very similar, and had been let out in his own back yard while the owner was only a few yards away.  He disappeared in minutes, also, and his remains were also found less than 100 yards away.  The vital organs left behind were even the same.  After that find, Kelsy seemed to have nightmares the following night.  This time, she didn't have any nightmares as far as I know.  Still, even though she was rewarded for her good work, I could tell that she wasn't as happy as she is when she finds a live dog. 

This was Kelsy's fourth walk-up find in 52 searches, but it was hard to be happy about her success when the result was bad news for Cookie's family.

Temp: 42F
Feels like: 38F
Cloudy
Humidity: 82%
Wind: NNE at 6 mph
Updated: 3/6/11 9:05 AM PST

The Search for Hank

It's not the best picture of Hank, who is normally quite photogenic, but this image shows his condition after six days of non-stop running in a big loop.  He is very muddy, but he is not too skinny.  Hank found many sources of food, and it was at one of these food sources that he was finally caught.  He went into a back yard where a bowl of dog food sat uneaten, and the homeowner closed the gate behind him, trapping him.

Kelsy and I started the search for Hank about twenty hours after he escaped.  Kelsy found hot spots in the trail, where the scent was stronger for 100 yards or so, and then it went back to normal.  She searched for Hank again the next day after we had another sighting.  What we learned later was that Hank was running the same loop over and over.  Several times a day, according to the sightings, Hank would run south on the BPA trail, west a couple of blocks, north from 19th Street to 29th Street, west from 68th Ave to about 60th Ave, then south through a ravine, and back toward the southeast corner of his range.  Hank's loop was probably about 3 miles, and he ran it many times each day.  By the time Kelsy and I first searched for him, he might have run this course three to ten times already.  We couldn't sort it all out.  On our last search, Kelsy led me to an ominous gate with rusty razor wire and a No Trespassing sign.  Using a little computer detective work, we got the property owner's phone number and asked for permission to search the property, 160 acres of woods.  After an interesting conversation between the property owner and a volunteer from Saving Great Animals (the organization that brought Hank form Taiwan) the property owner agreed to let us search, under some severe restrictions.  He said he had five dogs that were trained to kill any dog that came on his property.  He put them inside, but if we deviated from the allowed search area, he would release his dogs on Kelsy.  Uh, no thanks.  That was the low point of the search for me, but I reasoned that if Hank had been killed by his dogs, the crazy man would probably have told us, and if his property was full of vicious dogs and coyotes, Hank would probably move on.

The next day, we received new sightings.  Hank was moving fast and looking scared.  After one sighting, Kat responded with Kody and a snappy snare.  She caught up to Hank in someone's yard.  Kat approached Hank very slowly, using calming signals.  Kat avoided looking directly at Hank, and she kept track of him through her peripheral vision.  The homeowner must have misinterpreted this calming approach as Kat's inability to visually locate the dog. After many minutes of this slow approach, the home owner flung open her door and shouted, "There's the dog right there!"  Of course, this caused Hank to bolt again.  The next step was to set up humane traps and a wildlife camera.  One of the traps caught a raccoon and a cat (at separate times).  The wildlife camera never showed Hank at the one trap that was monitored.  This afternoon, after six days on the run, we got the call that he was trapped in a fenced yard.  The homeowner had managed to loop a leash onto Hank, and he was tied to a railing when we got there.  The vet says he is dehydrated, but otherwise in good shape.

While at a foster home, Hank had shown surprisingly good behavior, considering what he had been through.  His home in Taiwan had burned down, killing his entire family, and they had to catch him with a blow dart tranquilizer.  Now he has spent six days evading coyotes, killer dogs, and people chasing him with good intentions.  He will need some time to recover, but I predict that Hank will make a great companion for someone in the future.  I hope they put a GPS collar on him, though.

The search dog was just one tool in this case.  While Kelsy and I were unable to pinpoint Hank, our two searches did corroborate the later sightings, and it helped piece together a picture of Hank's movements.  We tried the magnet dog and the humane traps.  The Yard Trap is actually one of our recommended techniques, and the homeowner who caught Hank just did it instinctively.  The large signs were also an important tool, generating many sightings.  At least 15 volunteers from MPP and SGA helped at different stages of the search.  Someone from SGA commented that one of the biggest ways MPP helped was just to advise them that catching Hank was possible, even likely, at a time when they saw little or no hope of catching him.  It would have been nice if Kelsy could have found Hank, but this case was ultimately solved by the big MPP-style signs.  I often tell people who ask for our help that the big signs have found more dogs than Kelsy has.

Both times we searched, the wind was gusty from the south, and the temp was below freezing, with low humidity, not ideal conditions.
Temp: 31F
Feels like: 24F
Cloudy
Humidity: 54%
Wind: SSW at 7 mph
Updated: 2/26/11 1:05 PM PST

Name:		Track 033
Date:		Feb 25, 2011 2:28 pm
Map: (valid until Aug 24, 2011)		View on Map
Distance:		2.49 miles
Elapsed Time:		1:24:50
Avg Speed:		1.8 mph
Max Speed:		6.1 mph
Avg Pace:		34' 08" per mile
Min Altitude:		285 ft
Max Altitude:		459 ft
Start Time:		2011-02-25T22:28:40Z
Start Location:
	Latitude:	47.276436º N
	Longitude:	122.357431º W
End Location:
	Latitude:	47.281319º N
	Longitude:	122.367629º W