i forwarded it to my friends at anarchy entertainment producers of a radio show i go on and told them it might make a good story for their video production start up. no money to give, so hope that was okay. take care, max On Oct 26, 2013, at 11:06 AM, Mark BurningHawk Baxter wrote:
> 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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