Please excuse me if this is out of line, but let this article serve as an informative update. It is very well written, and, aside from making me look far better than I actually am, tells the story pretty accurately.
Again, apologies if I am taking liberties not mine. Be well.Selected Text: www.currypilot.com/News/Local-News/Couple-survives-hiking-ordealSent from my iPhone Messengers and Skype: BurningHawk1969 My home page: http://MarkBurningHawk.net Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/markburninghawk.baxter > On Oct 26, 2013, at 6:37 AM, matthew dyer <ilovecountrymusic...@gmail.com> > wrote: > > Hi all, > > Sending prares to all in vaulted hope everything will be ok,. > > > matthew dyer > sent from my 27 inch iMac. > > > > facebook, facetime and iMessage: ilovecountrymusic...@gmail.com > > Skype: graduater2004 > > > > >> On Oct 25, 2013, at 9:38 PM, Cara Quinn <caraqu...@caraquinn.com> wrote: >> >> Hi All, >> >> I normally would never ever allow any messages here about donations. IN this >> case though, this situation very much warrants this. >> >> One of our listers and a dear friend of mine, has had an extreme tragedy >> with a loved one and I am officially asking for donations on his behalf. >> >> Even a single dollar will be greatly appreciated here. >> >> Now, before anyone objects to this, there is a time and a place to allow a >> note like this. This is that time and place. This is simply the right thing >> to do, and I know that when you read the below account, you will agree with >> me. >> >> If anyone takes issue with this then I urge you to write me privately and >> furthermore I extend my deepest apologies for wasting your time. >> >> For those who would like to donate, there is a PayPal button on the >> following page. >> >> http://www.markburninghawk.net/music.html >> >> You may read this story at Mark's FaceBook page and I've also pasted it >> below. >> >> Again for those for whom this is an issue, remember, your delete key works >> just fine in this instance. :) thanks for obliging me. >> >> FaceBook link and story are below this note. >> >> Thanks to all of you for being here and making these lists what they are. >> >> I wish you and yours all a wonderful weekend and thank you very much for >> whatever donations you can share. >> >> Take care of each other. :) >> >> Sincerely, >> >> Cara quinn >> >> Mark Baxter FaceBook >> >> https://www.facebook.com/markburninghawk.baxter >> >> >> The Story >> >> Last Saturday afternoon, taking advantage of the beautiful weather before >> the rainy winter arrived, Amy and I decided to go for a short hike. We >> drove to the Damnation Creek trail head on HWY 101, near Klamath, CA, and >> intended to be back at our car within a couple of hours, as it was already >> late afternoon, and would get dark soon. >> >> Ezra was guiding me as usual, and Luke was shepherding us all as usual, and >> we were both enjoying the rugged landscape and giant redwood trees. Softly >> scented air was dappled with sun and shade as the trail first descended, >> then wound up to a narrow wooden bridge, at a fork with the Coastal Loop >> trail. >> >> We decided to venture a ways down the Coastal Loop trail, hoping it would >> "loop," back to the footbridge. No such luck. >> >> At first, the trail, mostly composed of an old highway and well maintained, >> was great for hiking, so we continued. By the time it got narrow and steep >> again, and Amy could see the ocean through the trees ahead, we needed to >> turn back; it was getting dark. >> >> We tiredly turned and made our way back down the trail, until we were mostly >> back to the footbridge. We stopped to catch our breaths and let the dogs >> pee, and somehow, Amy fell. I heard her fall, cry out, then a crash, then >> nothing. I called out, "AMY! Amy, can you answer me?" I heard nothing for >> a few minutes. >> >> When I heard a sound, I didn't think it was a human making it. It was Amy >> screaming. >> >> I had to get down the cliff she had fallen over, to ascertain her condition. >> I somewhat climbed, mostly fell down to where she was. She had landed >> badly, on her back, on the rocks at the bottom of an old creek bed. Luke >> was with her, and Ezra followed me down. >> >> Her screams of pain were constant, long and loud. She kept saying, "NO! NO! >> NO!" over and over, and told me, "I can't feel my legs!" I sat for a while, >> held her hand, listened to her scream. I knew I had to somehow get help. >> >> I had my iPhone 5 with me, but when I checked, I had no service. There was >> no way I could move Amy; she was far too badly injured to climb up the >> cliff. I had to climb up the cliff, helping Ezra up with me, and find a >> place where I had enough cell service to call 911 and get a rescue team in >> to get Amy. >> >> So, as she screamed, I tucked my maroon sweatshirt carefully under her head, >> and said, "Baby, I love you; I will be back with help, I have to go get >> help." She just kept on screaming. >> >> I found a chimney up the cliff, hauled Ezra up and got back to the trail, >> which was fortunately very well-defined. I still had no service. >> >> I had no choice but to walk with Ezra guiding me down the trail until I >> could call 911. Fortunately, Ezra was able to follow the trail, even in the >> dark. Luke also had come up with us, and stuck close to us. >> >> We walked about a quarter mile until I got one bar of cell coverage. With >> that one bar, having to call back ten or twelve times, I got 911 to contact >> the sheriff, who sent in the volunteer search and rescue team to find us. >> >> There was some consternation when I told the sheriff that I couldn't give >> visual landmarks. I explained that I was blind, had been hiking with my >> sighted girlfriend, and she had fallen. I gave them the names of the >> trails, but, No, I did not think I could get back to my vehicle, and no I >> couldn't describe where I was. I told them about the bridge at the trail >> fork. Then my iPhone battery got dangerously low. They had my GPS >> coordinates by that time, so I settled down to wait, calling out from time >> to time, in case they could hear me. >> >> That didn't stop the SAR people from hitting the trail, so I was told. I >> was growing cold now, shivering in just sweats and a T-shirt. I had given >> Amy my sweatshirt. >> >> I walked with Luke and Ezra back to the footbridge. The creek under it >> whispered, defining the silence of the woods at night. Luke alternately >> huddled against me and padded back and forth over the bridge. Ezra sat >> close, being calm and patient. I had done all I could do. >> >> I began intermittently shouting, "HELLO! HELLO!" Finally, about four hours >> later, my voice hoarse from dehydrating, shivering from cold, I heard a very >> faint, "HELLO! Are you Mark!?" Oh yes, I was Mark all right. >> >> A few minutes later, a woman named Renelle ran up to me on the bridge, >> followed by her partner Mel. Luke led them to where Amy had fallen, and >> they found her. I got under a space blanket and drank water. >> >> It wasn't over. Amy couldn't move, and they had to get more people with a >> back board and stretcher to get her up the cliff, and then we all had about >> three miles of hiking out to do. Luke stayed with Amy and the rest of the >> team, while Mel, Ezra and I started the long hike back to the highway. >> >> As we hiked along--by now it was about three thirty in the morning, pitch >> dark save for Mel's flashlight--he soon discovered that Ezra and I could >> navigate our way ahead better than he could try and guide me. As we walked, >> we talked about Ezra, Guiding Eyes for the Blind, the school that trained >> him, about dogs in general. Mostly he was just trying to take my mind off >> what had just happened. >> >> I realized that Ezra and Luke were the real heroes of this night. Tired and >> limping, Ezra nevertheless led me where I needed to go, avoiding obstacles >> in the dark and finding sure footing. Luke led the rescue team to Amy, and >> kept me safe while I waited for them. I have not yet stop sending my >> gratitude to Dog for walking with me, for saving our lives. >> >> The last 0.7 miles was all up-hill, switchbacks and rock steps. As beat-up >> and tired as I was, I cannot imagine what it was like for Amy to be >> stretcher-borne out of there. I saw her briefly at the ambulance; she was >> in shock, but she said, "Thank you, you did the best thing you could…" >> >> I got a ride home from a park ranger. I had Amy's car towed home. By then >> it was 4:45 in the morning. I put the dogs to bed and just sat there for >> the next hour giving my thanks. >> >> Luke came home with me and is subdued, confused and sad. >> >> Amy was taken to Sutter General Hospital in Crescent City. There, she was >> determined to have a broken thoracic spine, three broken ribs and a >> collapsed lung. As of now, she is either en route to or in surgery at OHS >> in Portland. No one will tell me anything. >> >> The dogs and I are still recovering. I'm sore all over, Ezra is sore and >> tired and Luke is being perfectly behaved for me while he waits for Amy to >> return. >> >> It's far from over, but this is an update. I am anxiously waiting for news >> of Amy. 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