Frank Dinello and Del Morton had taken off in Frank's Piper Super-Cub on the 10th of September, 2008, like they'd done countless times before, over the last several years. The two men were good friends who shared a common bond of loving to hunt. When they took off that fateful day, they had no idea that everything was about to change in a permanent and dramatic way. Swooping down to check out hunting sites that weren't already taken, the wind suddenly whipped up, forcing the tiny plane to lean to the left. The cub began to drop, being forced towards the ground, and before they knew what was happening, they were going down. The wing hit, sending the small plane into a violent tumble, flipping over several times. The gas tank under the left wing exploded on contact, burning the left side of both Frank and Del. While being tossed about, the tank below the pilot's seat exploded beneath Frank. Flames consumed the whole bottom half of his body and the crash also caused Frank to have several other life threatening injuries. When Del regained consciousness, he was standing alone about 20 feet away from the wreckage, facing away, with his cowboy hat on his head, and his lower left leg and hand on fire. He slapped out the flames before turning to see what had happened to the plane. What he saw was hard for him to comprehend at first, but he soon saw the impossibility of the situation. How had he gotten out of the plane? In order for him to be standing there, Frank would have had to get out first. But the body of the plane, although battered beyond repair, was still intact and burning with Frank still inside. Del rushed over to help Frank as he struggled to get out, dropping out onto the struts before Del pulled him free of the inferno. Try as he might over the next several hours, Del wasn't able to save his friend, and Frank eventually died. The next morning, seeing the thick fog and beyond, snow capped mountains, Del knew he had no choice but to try and make it back to the last campsite they'd flown over before crashing. The camp was about ten miles away. The satellite phone had been burned to ash, but he managed to find the plane's GPS, and amazingly, it still worked even though it was burned and the lens was cracked. So, using it, he headed out with his severely burned leg and hand. After wading, crawling and climbing all day, he had only made it about half-way before attempting to camp. He had seen two airplanes and a helicopter pass over him earlier in the day, but they hadn't seen him. After he'd gone as far as he could go, he started a fire and stockpiled green branches to make smoke. When he finally heard a helicopter coming, at about 1:00 in the morning, he threw the branches on the fire and waved down an Alaska Air National Guard helicopter. They told him when they'd picked him up that it was assumed that Frank had dropped him off somewhere, to set up camp, before crashing, so no one was even looking for him. Del was taken to the hospital in Anchorage, and although he was urged to give his consent to be flown to Seattle's burn center, he refused and went home to Eagle, Idaho. His family was shocked to see him coming home in a wheelchair, with his leg and hand fully wrapped, as well as all the bruises and cuts he incurred during the crash. After several days, Del was encouraged again to go to the burn center, in Salt Lake City. Finally yielding, he went. While there, the Lord opened his eyes to see into the spiritual realm and he saw two angels standing, rubbing his feet at the end of his bed. Although his wife was in the room she saw nothing, still Del knew that the Lord was with him and would be with him in the days to come. Through much pain, changing of bandages, circulation rollers and finally physical therapy, Del left the burn center and went home with his family. He had a new and stronger faith, and to this day, Del will occasionally give his testimony, and lives are changed for the better.