Hiking the Darby Canyon Trail To the Wind Caves and Ice Cave
My Mother, Karma Lambert, at the Darby Canyon Memorial
For as long as I can remember my siblings and I have heard the story of how our mother survived a lightning accident in Darby Canyon, Idaho while 5 of her friends had died. This accident occurred on Aug 1, 1951 when my mother was 14 years old. It has made all of us aware of how dangerous it can be during a thunder and lightning storm as my mother would diligently get us inside whenever the clouds would gather and the wind picked up.
This past Sunday, Aug. 2, my mother and several members of my family hiked the 2.7 miles to the memorial that honored the victims of the tragic lightning accident. This is the first time my mother had returned to the site since she had helped build the monument in September, 1951.
The following accounts were written by my sister-in-law, Magen Morse then an account by my mother, Karma Rasband Lambert. Most of the photos I took that day.
Survivor Honors Victims
By Magen Morse: daughter-in-law to Karma Lambert.
Karma Rasband Lambert
The year of the accident
My mother (Karma) at the trailhead
Sixty-four years ago this month a terrible tragedy occurred in Darby Canyon, outside of Driggs, Idaho. Four young girls and their adult leader were killed when lightning struck a tree under which they were sitting. The only survivor of the strike, Karma Rasband Lambert, now 78 years old wanted to honor their memory and share the story with her family by hiking the trail to the memorial plaque that marks the spot where it happened. Karma Lambert’s daughter, Suzanne Kloepfer, broached the idea a few months ago of making this trek saying, “we had heard about this story our whole lives and felt that it be such a wonderful tribute to our mother to be able to return to the site where she lost her close friends and leader. A year ago we learned that she had returned a month after it had happened and helped build the monument that is there now at the end of the trail, so we really wanted to see that.” The husband of the leader who was killed, Ora Lee Holst, worked in a foundry and had the plaque struck to place on the monument.
The plaque states that it is dedicated to the youth and leader who gave their lives for this program. What the plaque doesn’t say was that it was a group of about 35 girls who hiked up the canyon that day. They had been attending a young women’s camp sponsored by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. When the storm started these girls had dashed under the tree for cover and were sitting on the ground when lightning struck. It is believed that Karma Rasband (Lambert) was standing up and so was spared the intensity of the charge. A nurse and experienced scout leader were nearby and they immediately started to try to revive the girls. Ms Lambert remembers being told that they administered CPR to her for about 30 minutes before she was able to breathe on her own. She was carried down on a stretcher. The victims were brought down by horseback.
The story made national headlines at the time but what hasn’t always been highlighted is the efforts and heroism of the people of Driggs and the campers after the accident. After it happened, the other girls ran down the trail to get help – 6 miles to the campsite. They sounded the alarm and horses and people rushed up the canyon to give any aid possible. Unfortunately, those volunteer horsemen had the awful task of bringing down the bodies of the victims. Ms Lambert recalls meeting the daughter years later of one of those men who had helped, She said he was haunted by the memory of that day. He remembers the girl’s long blond hair hanging down across his horse.
The hike turned out to be incredibly challenging for Karma but she was determined. Though she walks two miles every day, the elevation and challenge of the uneven trail made the hike a daunting prospect. Her family assisted her all along the way. What they didn’t expect was the kindness of other hikers on the trail. As they went along, Ms Lambert had become something of a trail celebrity. On the many breaks, the family had the chance to share her story with others on the trail. By the end of the day, the hikers were all rallying around Ms Lambert, offering water, snacks, and especially encouragement.
View of the wind tunnel from the trail.
Karma Lambert was so grateful. She said, “I thought I would have to be carried down on a stretcher again! But just like all those years ago, when the community rallied around that horrible situation, I’m so touched by the kindness of all these strangers here today.”
There has been talk of the monument being taken down from the end of that trail. What the family would like to see is a further explanatory plaque next to the original. The people we met coming down the trail had seen the memorial but they had no idea of the history behind it. We think that it would be nice for people to know about the sacrifice of the leader of those girls and that, though sad, this place is significant to the families of those girls. It would be a shame for the history to be lost forever.
Daughter Suzie, son-in-law John, Karma, daugher Leslie (that’s me!),
grandson Joseph (age 6), and grandson-in-law Alex
Detailed account by Karma Lambert
The first incident occurred on August 1, 1951. It is a story of tragedy. The second incident took place on August 2, 2015.
Sixty four years ago, I was on that trail with a group of 37 girls. Lightning hit the group and five were killed, including a leader of the girls. I was considered the most seriously injured of the group. I survived because of artificial respiration administered by Fred Miller. Many wonderfully kind citizens of Driggs came to our aid.
Fast forward 64 years later. My children organized a family reunion in August, 2015. Since they grew up with the story of the lightning that took five of my friends, they decided they would like to do the same hike. My daughter, Suzanne, researched, discovered that it was a “moderately” strenuous hike of 2.7 miles. We talked about it and they asked if I would like to join them.
I am now nearly 79 years old. I have had both hips and a knee replaced. I foolishly said I would like to try it. That was a mistake. I really was not up to the task. However, since I started, I hated to give up. Joining me were two daughters, a son, a son-in-law, nine grandchildren (the youngest was five years old). Because of all the rest stops, it took me 11 hours. Most people make in a fourth of that time. But what an experience it was! I can see why it is such a popular hike. The scenery is breathtaking. But most amazing of all was the others along the way. They all wanted to help. They offered food, water, equipment, flashlights, etc. When it became apparent that it would be dark before I reached the bottom, several wanted to stay to see me safely out and on my way home.
But the disappointing thing is, that no one seemed to know the story behind the monument. Even those who gave guided tours up the mountain did not know what had happened 64 years ago.
I would like to see some information about the incident posted. It would be nice for people to know what happened there.
In 1949, the LDS stakes were looking for a place to build a summer camp site for the young women in the Idaho Falls and Driggs area. They gained permission to construct the camp in Darby Canyon. The second year it was in operation was in 1951. I loved girls’ camp. I was raised by a single mom who did not own a car. So the opportunity to go to camp was a big deal for me and I wanted to participate in all activities. I especially was excited to go on the six mile day long camp. The goal was to hike to the Wind Caves, go through them, and then eat our lunch, then view the Ice Caves. So the morning of the hike, I was surprised that out of the 150 girls in the camp, only about 37 girls elected to participate. That morning, at 6:00 a.m. I entered the food preparation area and began to fix my lunch. Bethene Richmond, the Young Women’s President was there. She was a practical nurse. Ora Holst, my leader, entered the tent. Bethene exclaimed to Ora “I thought you were not going!” Ora replied “I know, but I decided I better go because three of my girls are hiking today!”
The morning was rainy, and the 37 girls and leaders met with Driggs citizen, avid scouter, Fred Miller. Mr. Miller was to be our guide. There was some discussion about the weather preventing the hike, but suddenly, the sun shone through the clouds, and we decided it was “go.”
Two other of my classmates, Carol Engstrom and Bernice Malone went along on the hike, plus a girl, Merry Dee Severson, from a younger class, Ora and I, stuck together on the hike as we worked our way up the trail. But Carol who was the life of all parties, and her good buddy, Bernice were not content to lag behind. They wanted to be right up front with Fred Miller. Carol said she wanted to see if she could carry Mr. Miller pack. It was heavy, because it contained emergency equipment, etc. Carol pestered, until Fred relented, thinking she would last only a few minutes. She continued to carry it half the way.
It was a beautiful morning. We laughed, giggled, and enjoyed each other’s company. When we came to the Wind Caves, I had a flashlight. Merry Dee and Ora did not have flashlights so we stayed together, while Carol and Bernice were again at the head of the line with Mr. Miller.
When Carol and Bernice exited the cave, it was raining. They picked out the perfect spot for our lunch. It was underneath a Balsam Pine. When Ora, Merry Dee, and myself, came out we quickly joined them. However, the last thing I remember was coming out of the cave. The next thing I remember was that I was being carried down the mountain on stretcher. The rest is what I was told by others.
Fred exited the cave last to make certain that everyone was out. He quickly asked that we move away from the trees and out into the clearing.
Then the most awful scene happened. Lightning struck the very tree we were under. Five were killed. The victims were Ora Holtz, Carol Engstrom, Bernice Malone, Merry Dee Severson, and Betty Kerney. I was the only survivor out of the girls sitting under the tree.
Fred Miller, and several of the older girls applied artificial respiration. They worked on all the victims for a long time, but were unable to revive them. Others were rescued, including me. I was considered the most seriously injured. They had to keep applying artificial respiration to me because I would start to breath, and then quit.
Dr. Jensen went a little way down the mountain with me to make certain that I could continue to breath on my own. Sheriff Loosli also carried my stretcher.
I was wearing nylon underwear. It was melted into clumps. The soles of my shoes were ripped off. The metal flashlight that I was carrying in my pocket burned my hip and there were burns on my body, ironically, some the shape of lightning strikes.
The goodness of the people of the Driggs community was amazing. When they were contacted, Sheriff Looslie quickly rounded up men and horses to come to our aid and to carry the bodies out. Dr. Jensen went immediately to the scene to give aid. People came to the church to fix meals for the 145 girls. When news reached the girls remaining in camp, they packed up and were taken to Driggs while awaiting to be picked up by parents.
One month later, I went with a group that included Ora Holst husband, Rasmus Holst. He worked at a foundry, and he made the plaque that is on the monument. Horses carried the plaque, and cement powder. We gather stones from the area and built the monument. 64 years later I stood by that monument and remembered those five people and thought how much was lost on that fateful day in 1951.
Karma with her son, Richard
My mother no longer has the burns on her arms and legs but apparently still has the burn on her hip. It took 6 hours to get to the memorial which was longer than anticipated. We thought she would only make part of the hike then tell us her story. However, she was determined and we took our time traversing the trail. My brother-in-law did make a litter from sticks, shoelaces, belts, as well as rope from a kind stranger, to take my mother back down from the mountain. This did work for part of the way. They made it back to the parking lot at 9:30 that night just as the sun’s last rays set. We are all so proud of her and are grateful that we had the opportunity to visit the site and to hear her story along the way.