Thank you very much for the exposure. Amy needs all the support she can get right now, and I will do anything I can to get her that.
Be well. Sent 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 9:43 AM, Maxwell Ivey <maxwelli...@aol.com> wrote: > > 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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