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On Oct 26, 2013, at 3:35 PM, Mark BurningHawk Baxter <markbaxte...@gmail.com> wrote: > 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. I frankly have no idea what comes next. >>>>> --- >>>>> View my Online Portfolio at: >>>>> >>>>> http://www.onemodelplace.com/CaraQuinn >>>>> >>>>> Follow me on Twitter! >>>>> >>>>> https://twitter.com/ModelCara >>>>> >>>>> -- >>>>> You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups >>>>> "MacVisionaries" group. >>>>> To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an >>>>> email to macvisionaries+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. >>>>> To post to this group, send email to macvisionaries@googlegroups.com. >>>>> Visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/macvisionaries. >>>>> For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/groups/opt_out. >>>> >>>> -- >>>> You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups >>>> "MacVisionaries" group. >>>> To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an >>>> email to macvisionaries+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. >>>> To post to this group, send email to macvisionaries@googlegroups.com. >>>> Visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/macvisionaries. >>>> For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/groups/opt_out. >>> >>> -- >>> You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups >>> "MacVisionaries" group. >>> To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an >>> email to macvisionaries+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. >>> To post to this group, send email to macvisionaries@googlegroups.com. >>> Visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/macvisionaries. >>> For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/groups/opt_out. >> >> >> -- >> You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups >> "MacVisionaries" group. >> To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an >> email to macvisionaries+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. >> To post to this group, send email to macvisionaries@googlegroups.com. >> Visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/macvisionaries. >> For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/groups/opt_out. > > -- > You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups > "MacVisionaries" group. > To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an > email to macvisionaries+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. > To post to this group, send email to macvisionaries@googlegroups.com. > Visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/macvisionaries. > For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/groups/opt_out. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "MacVisionaries" group. 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