Chip Chick
“I found one group of campers who said that they saw the kid, which implied that he went a different direction than originally reported.”
“A little later, sheriffs were on scene with a helicopter covering a wide area. No luck. Based on the area we covered, I knew he wasn’t there.”
Sunday concluded with no sign of Otto, but Lee was back at it the next day helping to search for the little boy.
Lee and his friend Bob knew what kind of tracks Otto’s dirtbike made since they were familiar with that style of bike.
They also had pictures of the marks Otto’s shoes made, so the men were able to track Otto using that information.
Although Lee and Bob were going off of the tracks, it wasn’t easy, because Lee noted that so many vehicles were out in the desert looking for Otto that it was hard to identify the tracks.
Lee spotted a rattlesnake and a coyote while out searching, and he worried that maybe something had gotten to Otto before they could.
But then, Lee caught sight of Otto out there all alone in the desert. “As excited as I was, I was scared. I rolled up to the boy,” Lee wrote.
“He was wearing his helmet laying next to the bike. His shirt was pulled over his knees, and both of his shoes were sitting on the other side of the bike that was laying on the ground instead of upright on the kickstand.”
“He was still laying still. But then he started to move and get up. I felt the most overwhelming sigh of relief.”
Lee noted that Otto had terribly chapped lips when he found him. He gave him some water and peppermints.
