Bill Irwin... Bangor Daily News...
Bill Irwin, famous blind AT thru-hiker, dies after battle with cancer
By Aislinn Sarnacki, BDN Staff
Posted March 07, 2014, at 4:05 p.m.
Bill Irwin, the only blind person to solo hike the entire Appalachian Trail, died on March 1 at age 73, after a two-year battle with cancer. His life story is, without a doubt, an inspiring one — for outdoorsmen, for addicts, for Christians or for anyone cast into darkness, struggling to find their way.
“I think in the age of heroism and how we view it, Bill made me realize that there are real heroes out there, and that these real heroes have their own struggles, just like we do,” said Michael “Clint” Ross, who considers Irwin to be his personal hero.
“But what makes them heroes,” Ross continued, “is the fact that they persevere through it all.”
Irwin wasn’t born blind. An Alabama native, he enjoyed an early career as a medical technologist, chemist, teacher and founder of Birmingham Clinical Laboratories. But things quickly headed south as he fell victim to alcoholism. He struggled through four failed marriages. And at the age of 28, he lost sight in his left eye due to a rare eye disease. By age 36, he was completely blind.
Everything turned around in 1987, when Irwin became a Christian and surrendered his life to God. This spiritual awakening marked the start of a new life and career as a health consultant, speaker, family and marriage counselor and author.
Three years later, he set out to do what most people would say is impossible. At age 50 — without compass, map or GPS — Irwin set out to hike the Appalachian Trail, a 2,100-mile hiking trail spanning from Georgia to Maine, with his guide dog, Orient.
Marked with white paint, the AT travels over high peaks and winds through deep woods. It crosses rivers and roads and boulder fields as it traverses 14 states.
“He was on a mission for God — he would call it a Christian mission,” Ross said. “For me, there were two sides to it — the miraculous and the absurd. It is absolutely miraculous that a blind man and his dog could do this alone, and that he lived. But it’s also absurd, meaning why would he do this? Why would anyone do this? And it just became — I just saw him as a true hero. This guy put his life on the line so that he could do something no one else has done and to meet people and encourage them along the way.”
Though it took him eight months, Irwin completed the trail, ending in November of 1990 in Baxter State Park. He recounts the journey in the 1991 book “Blind Courage,” co-authored by David McCasland.
“I’ve hiked the AT three times,” said Phil Pepin, who hiked with Irwin for 10 days during his 1990 AT thru-hike. “I’ve said it so many times; It’s so difficult to hike it with sight, never mind to hike it without sight. But he was just an incredible, totally remarkable man.”
Pepin recalls hiking with Irwin along an especially hairy section in Rangeley, where a hurricane had knocked trees across the trail. It took them a full day to hike just 4 miles.
“Climbing over and around blowdowns, it was just miserable travel,” Pepin said. “Irwin would slip and fall and pick himself right back up. He was wearing shin guards at the time because he’d fallen so much. He had big scars on his knees … I don’t ever recall him muttering a bad word. He wouldn’t. It was just part of the course.”
After completing the trail in 1990, life continued to look up for Irwin, who married his best friend, Debra, in 1996. The couple then moved to Sebec, Maine, where they enjoyed hiking, camping, kayaking, snowshoeing and biking with friends and family.
When Ross reached out to the famous thru-hiker in November 2012, Irwin was in the process of battling prostate cancer. Having read “Blind Courage,” Ross, a filmmaker from Georgia, was interested in creating an independent film about Irwin’s story.
“When the email came through, he was with his pastor and his wife and his pastor’s wife, praying and talking about the next steps for Bill,” Ross said.
Intrigued, Irwin invited Ross to visit him at his home in Sebec. The two men connected, and Ross returned home with Irwin’s blessing to create the film. Over the past year, Ross has been working on the script, gleaning details from Irwin during monthly meetings.
“Bill wanted to hold on more than anything for a filmmaker who was going to make his story as God-centered as possible but true to the story,” Ross said. “We both agreed it’s not like we want to smack people over the head with Jesus and the Bible. We wanted this to be a film about courage and faith, and by the end, it will be obvious where Bill got that from.”
Ross predicts the script for “Blind Courage” the film will be finished in just a few months, then filming will begin, putting it on track for a 2015 release.
“He just had a lot of faith,” Ross said. “Bill inspired me to look at my life and to just keep going — whether it’s on the script, my career, my family — to just keep going and have a good attitude.”
To his last day, Irwin served as director of Free Indeed Ministries, helping those suffering from addictions as he did. When bedridden, he counseled people from his bed. His motto, “Never lose faith and never give up.”
He is survived by his wife, Debra; his four children, Marianne Cash, Billy Irwin, Jeff Irwin and Amanda McCroy; four grandchildren, Gabriel Irwin, Jake Irwin, Madison Cash and Grayson Cash; sister, Midge Irwin “Mary”; brother, Lynn Irwin; niece, Kristi Healy; and many loving cousins and friends.
Irwin requested that upon his death, his body be donated to the University of Tennessee for scientific research and education in the department of anthropology to help others.
“This was Bill’s way,” wrote Debra Irwin in a Facebook post about Irwin’s wishes.
A memorial service will be held 2 p.m. March 8, at Bangor Baptist Church, officiated by the Rev. Pete Campbell. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to billirwin.org to further the ministries that were dear to Bill’s heart.
See more at: http://obituaries.bangordailynews.com/obituaries/bdnmaine/obituary.aspx?n=bill-irwin&pid=169993284#sthash.oYGYWVu7.dpuf.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Bill Irwin, Appalachian Trail Legend, dies...
From the pages of the Morning Sentinel...
"Frst blind hiker to trek Appalachian Trail dies
Bill Irwin dies in Maine at age 73 of prostate cancer.
The Associated Press
SEBEC— Bill Irwin, the first blind hiker to complete the Appalachian Trail without assistance, died in Maine at the age of 73.
A posting on Irwin’s website says he died of prostate cancer on March 1, the anniversary of the start of his historic 1990 journey.
In November 1990, Irwin arrived at a campground in Millinocket with his sole companion, his guide dog Orient. After nine months and 2,167 miles, he became the first blind person to make the solo hike from Georgia to Maine.
At the time, he said he felt “an indescribable feeling of gratitude” and credited his faith for carrying him along the trail.
A memorial service was set for Saturday in Bangor.
Irwin is survived by his wife, Debra, and four children."
I know this is such a brief blurb... says little about the man, other than acknowledging his amazing hike of the Appalachian Trail. Much more to the man, beyond that. Truly a great loss...
I imagine that he has been hiking the streets of gold, and has gazed into the eyes of our loving Lord and Savior. What a terrific ending to a beautiful journey!
Rest in His Peace, Bill, rest easy...
Stickman
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Hibernating in Maine this New Year...
Happy New Year, everyone! What? That was yesterday?
Well... yesterday didn't count, up here in Maine, at least not for me. The clock tick-tocked away on the night of the 31st of December, and I dozed peacefully, pretty close to a state of hibernation. For some reason, my eyes fluttered open at 11:58 PM... I watched it advance to Midnight, and when the minute and second hands tipped their way over the top of the clock, I envisioned year 2013 taking a tumble... and promptly having its' place taken up by a fresh, young, New Year, Year 2014. I closed my eyes by 12:01, sinking back into my pleasant hibernation.
Yesterday, I had no hurries, as I had the day off from work. I decided to take the day off from everything, take a "zero" day, and see how this New Year thing was going to work out. Pretty well, I think... I'm going to go for it! Having made all the proper assessments yesterday, and getting all rested up, I'm ready to officially start my New Year, TODAY, January 2, 2014. If it doesn't start well... I will go back into hibernation!
Praying that as you begin your New Year, it will be all you should want it to be!
Gods' Blessings!
Stickman
Well... yesterday didn't count, up here in Maine, at least not for me. The clock tick-tocked away on the night of the 31st of December, and I dozed peacefully, pretty close to a state of hibernation. For some reason, my eyes fluttered open at 11:58 PM... I watched it advance to Midnight, and when the minute and second hands tipped their way over the top of the clock, I envisioned year 2013 taking a tumble... and promptly having its' place taken up by a fresh, young, New Year, Year 2014. I closed my eyes by 12:01, sinking back into my pleasant hibernation.
Yesterday, I had no hurries, as I had the day off from work. I decided to take the day off from everything, take a "zero" day, and see how this New Year thing was going to work out. Pretty well, I think... I'm going to go for it! Having made all the proper assessments yesterday, and getting all rested up, I'm ready to officially start my New Year, TODAY, January 2, 2014. If it doesn't start well... I will go back into hibernation!
Praying that as you begin your New Year, it will be all you should want it to be!
Gods' Blessings!
Stickman
Sunday, December 22, 2013
I wonder...
I wonder as I wander...
In the spirit of Christmas, thought I would share... Don't know why, but I had never heard this beautiful song until this year.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"I Wonder as I Wander" is a Christian folk hymn, typically performed as a Christmas carol, written by folklorist and singer John Jacob Niles. The hymn has its origins in a song fragment collected by Niles on July 16, 1933.[1][2][3][4][5]
While in the town of Murphy in Appalachian North Carolina, Niles attended a fundraising meeting held by evangelicals who had been ordered out of town by the police.[1][5] In his unpublished autobiography, he wrote of hearing the song:
A girl had stepped out to the edge of the little platform attached to the automobile. She began to sing. Her clothes were unbelievable dirty and ragged, and she, too, was unwashed. Her ash-blond hair hung down in long skeins.... But, best of all, she was beautiful, and in her untutored way, she could sing. She smiled as she sang, smiled rather sadly, and sang only a single line of a song.[2]
The girl, named Annie Morgan, repeated the fragment seven times in exchange for a quarter per performance, and Niles left with "three lines of verse, a garbled fragment of melodic material—and a magnificent idea".[2][5] (In various accounts of this story, Niles hears between one and three lines of the song.[2][4][5][6]) Based on this fragment, Niles composed the version of "I Wonder as I Wander" that is known today, extending the melody to four lines and the lyrics to three stanzas.[2][3][5] His composition was completed on October 4, 1933.[2] Niles first performed the song on December 19, 1933 at the John C. Campbell Folk School in Brasstown, North Carolina.[2][6] It was originally published in Songs of the Hill Folk in 1934.[4][6]
"I Wonder As I Wander" lyrics
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor on'ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from God's heaven, a star's light did fall
And the promise of ages it then did recall.
If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
Or all of God's Angels in heaven to sing
He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor on'ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cpoUgTI9ZE
May you all have a Blessed Christmas, as we honor the birth of THE King, our Savior, Jesus Christ.
Stickman
In the spirit of Christmas, thought I would share... Don't know why, but I had never heard this beautiful song until this year.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"I Wonder as I Wander" is a Christian folk hymn, typically performed as a Christmas carol, written by folklorist and singer John Jacob Niles. The hymn has its origins in a song fragment collected by Niles on July 16, 1933.[1][2][3][4][5]
While in the town of Murphy in Appalachian North Carolina, Niles attended a fundraising meeting held by evangelicals who had been ordered out of town by the police.[1][5] In his unpublished autobiography, he wrote of hearing the song:
A girl had stepped out to the edge of the little platform attached to the automobile. She began to sing. Her clothes were unbelievable dirty and ragged, and she, too, was unwashed. Her ash-blond hair hung down in long skeins.... But, best of all, she was beautiful, and in her untutored way, she could sing. She smiled as she sang, smiled rather sadly, and sang only a single line of a song.[2]
The girl, named Annie Morgan, repeated the fragment seven times in exchange for a quarter per performance, and Niles left with "three lines of verse, a garbled fragment of melodic material—and a magnificent idea".[2][5] (In various accounts of this story, Niles hears between one and three lines of the song.[2][4][5][6]) Based on this fragment, Niles composed the version of "I Wonder as I Wander" that is known today, extending the melody to four lines and the lyrics to three stanzas.[2][3][5] His composition was completed on October 4, 1933.[2] Niles first performed the song on December 19, 1933 at the John C. Campbell Folk School in Brasstown, North Carolina.[2][6] It was originally published in Songs of the Hill Folk in 1934.[4][6]
"I Wonder As I Wander" lyrics
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor on'ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from God's heaven, a star's light did fall
And the promise of ages it then did recall.
If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
Or all of God's Angels in heaven to sing
He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor on'ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cpoUgTI9ZE
May you all have a Blessed Christmas, as we honor the birth of THE King, our Savior, Jesus Christ.
Stickman
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Stickman... "World Traveler"!
Hello Friends,
Wondering where I've been?!? Well, truthfully, I've not been far... pretty much been right here in Maine. I do get out and about, but "physically", I'm NOT a "World Traveler". I did get out for a bit, this Saturday, past. I had the honor, once again, of providing transportation for Craig "Hoosier" Clapper, who completed his Appalachian Trail Thru-hike on Friday.
***A BIG round of applause for Hoosier, as it is a tremendous accomplishment to hike the 2,185.9 miles of rugged trail in a year!
I picked up Hoosier at the Appalachian Trail Lodge, in Millinocket, scooted over to the Appalachian Trail Cafe (yum!) for a bit of breakfast, then headed for Stratton, where he had left his vehicle with Sue, at the Stratton Motel. We had a wonderful time, chatting about the Trail, lessons in life, and the like. Hated to see you drive off, Hoosier, as I was really enjoying your company! I suppose that we will meet again, Lord willing... God Bless your travels, as you continue on in your journey! Read Hoosier's Journal... "Hoosier" at Trail Journals.com!
Speaking of journey... although the ol' Stickman hasn't had much opportunity to travel any great distance lately, he did some interesting "browsing" the other day. In navigating the 'blog site, I saw that I could look at various statistics. One thing I found very interesting was a list of the countries which had viewers of my blog. I was not surprised to see that there were folks from the United States, or even the United Kingdom that had visited me. I was surprised to see MULTIPLE visits from people in Netherlands, Germany, Russia, Slovenia, South Korea, Ukraine, Japan, and China! Whowouldathunkit!?!
I guess that even if I don't leave home, with todays' technology, I should expect "company from away" to show up at my house anytime! Of course, you're ALL welcome, no formal invitation needed! I'll keep the coffee on.
God Bless the steps of your individual journeys,
Stickman
Wondering where I've been?!? Well, truthfully, I've not been far... pretty much been right here in Maine. I do get out and about, but "physically", I'm NOT a "World Traveler". I did get out for a bit, this Saturday, past. I had the honor, once again, of providing transportation for Craig "Hoosier" Clapper, who completed his Appalachian Trail Thru-hike on Friday.
***A BIG round of applause for Hoosier, as it is a tremendous accomplishment to hike the 2,185.9 miles of rugged trail in a year!
I picked up Hoosier at the Appalachian Trail Lodge, in Millinocket, scooted over to the Appalachian Trail Cafe (yum!) for a bit of breakfast, then headed for Stratton, where he had left his vehicle with Sue, at the Stratton Motel. We had a wonderful time, chatting about the Trail, lessons in life, and the like. Hated to see you drive off, Hoosier, as I was really enjoying your company! I suppose that we will meet again, Lord willing... God Bless your travels, as you continue on in your journey! Read Hoosier's Journal... "Hoosier" at Trail Journals.com!
Speaking of journey... although the ol' Stickman hasn't had much opportunity to travel any great distance lately, he did some interesting "browsing" the other day. In navigating the 'blog site, I saw that I could look at various statistics. One thing I found very interesting was a list of the countries which had viewers of my blog. I was not surprised to see that there were folks from the United States, or even the United Kingdom that had visited me. I was surprised to see MULTIPLE visits from people in Netherlands, Germany, Russia, Slovenia, South Korea, Ukraine, Japan, and China! Whowouldathunkit!?!
I guess that even if I don't leave home, with todays' technology, I should expect "company from away" to show up at my house anytime! Of course, you're ALL welcome, no formal invitation needed! I'll keep the coffee on.
God Bless the steps of your individual journeys,
Stickman
Friday, August 23, 2013
Wandering... but not lost!
“Not all those who wander are lost.” J.R.R.Tolkien
Hi folks, it's been awhile since I have posted up. I would like to apologize for my long absence, and ask forgiveness for wandering so far away with no explanation. I am not sure that I even have an explanation, but I assure you that it was not intentional that I walked away... I just started walking, and the direction I took was "away".
Although I wandered, poking around on life's trails that ascend to the heights, descend to the lowest valleys, and take sudden turns that reveal the previously unknown, I knew that I would someday return "home".
There have been SO many things that I have experienced since we last chatted, some that have made great memories, and some that have also stretched me a bit. I don't need to go into the telling of the journey in whole right now... there is too much to tell, and I'm not sure that the teller would adequately tell. Perhaps it is best to just walk together for a while, and talk of things as they nudge me to speak of them.
The path I am on right now includes being part of the Praise and Worship team, alongside my wife, Cari, at the wonderful Church we attend. Pray for us all, that we might be used of the Lord to help bring the congregation into a place of praise and worship for our wonderful Savior!
Another section of trail has blessed me with being able to lend my support to Craig "Hoosier" Clapper.
http://www.trailjournals.com/about.cfm?trailname=14243
Hoosier will be jumping back on Trail, shortly, and if all goes well... I will be able to be a help to him after his completion of the AT, as he summits Katahdin!
Other stuff... other stuff... but, now, we must walk. My heart is with the hikers, especially those on the AT. (My heart is with you, also, as we are ALL on "the journey", together!).
My latest wandering took me to Caratunk, delivering a load of lumber up to Pleasant Pond. Coming back down from the Pond, I arrived at "the 'tunk". Across from the Post Office were a dozen or so hikers. More hikers were making their way up the road from the Kennebec River, where they had been shuttled across by the Ferryman, Dave Corrigan. I pulled over, getting out to wish them well, congratulate them for persevering to make their way this far North.
As we exchanged bits of hiker pleasantries, Marie Beane, the Postmistress extraordinaire, of Caratunk, stepped outside to warn me... "Kelly, you CAN'T go with them!". We all had a great laugh, and I admitted that I surely would like to join up with that little band of hikers... but, for now at least, that is a trail I cannot take.
Praying that all of YOUR wanderings are Blessed, whether on trail, or off...
Stickman
Hi folks, it's been awhile since I have posted up. I would like to apologize for my long absence, and ask forgiveness for wandering so far away with no explanation. I am not sure that I even have an explanation, but I assure you that it was not intentional that I walked away... I just started walking, and the direction I took was "away".
Although I wandered, poking around on life's trails that ascend to the heights, descend to the lowest valleys, and take sudden turns that reveal the previously unknown, I knew that I would someday return "home".
There have been SO many things that I have experienced since we last chatted, some that have made great memories, and some that have also stretched me a bit. I don't need to go into the telling of the journey in whole right now... there is too much to tell, and I'm not sure that the teller would adequately tell. Perhaps it is best to just walk together for a while, and talk of things as they nudge me to speak of them.
The path I am on right now includes being part of the Praise and Worship team, alongside my wife, Cari, at the wonderful Church we attend. Pray for us all, that we might be used of the Lord to help bring the congregation into a place of praise and worship for our wonderful Savior!
Another section of trail has blessed me with being able to lend my support to Craig "Hoosier" Clapper.
http://www.trailjournals.com/about.cfm?trailname=14243
Hoosier will be jumping back on Trail, shortly, and if all goes well... I will be able to be a help to him after his completion of the AT, as he summits Katahdin!
Other stuff... other stuff... but, now, we must walk. My heart is with the hikers, especially those on the AT. (My heart is with you, also, as we are ALL on "the journey", together!).
My latest wandering took me to Caratunk, delivering a load of lumber up to Pleasant Pond. Coming back down from the Pond, I arrived at "the 'tunk". Across from the Post Office were a dozen or so hikers. More hikers were making their way up the road from the Kennebec River, where they had been shuttled across by the Ferryman, Dave Corrigan. I pulled over, getting out to wish them well, congratulate them for persevering to make their way this far North.
As we exchanged bits of hiker pleasantries, Marie Beane, the Postmistress extraordinaire, of Caratunk, stepped outside to warn me... "Kelly, you CAN'T go with them!". We all had a great laugh, and I admitted that I surely would like to join up with that little band of hikers... but, for now at least, that is a trail I cannot take.
Praying that all of YOUR wanderings are Blessed, whether on trail, or off...
Stickman
Monday, July 2, 2012
Testing....
Pardon me... this is only a test! I have not been able to post up lately, so if this works... I will talk to you all later!
God Bless you,
Stickman
Friday, May 11, 2012
Trail Days in Damascus and Sensory Overload
Hello everyone!
A special shout-out to Johnny "Four-Iron" Male! Johnny was so kind to invite me along on his trip to Trail Days at Damascus this month, but alas... I can't quite swing it! I had approval from my workplace, the go-ahead from my wife, Cari, and a free ride with Johnny... but just couldn't do it.
Work is picking up, with the promise of more hours, and I need to be realistic in regards to my financial situation. My "recent" (10/21/11) quadruple bypass surgery put a damper on my plans for this year, but, Lord willing, next year will be a bit more to my liking. I suspect that when Gods' plans supercede my plans, great things will happen!
At any rate, "Thank You!", Johnny... and I hope you have a fantastic time down there in Virginia. Hope the weather holds out for you, too, so you can get a couple of good days hiking in.
The weather... not so great lately. I'll be the first to agree that we needed some rain... but, come on now!?! There is, however, always something to be appreciated, regardless of the weather, in spite of the weather, or because of the weather. I am trying to get more exercise as of late, and have taken to poking around with a metal detector.
(If it seems that I just "stepped off trail", I might have... but stay with me, anyway.)
So... I took a stroll up into the woods, figuring to metal detect an old Boy Scout camp area. It had been raining, now reduced to a light drizzle, and my walk in was refreshing! The terrain and "feel" of the short hike was not unlike some of the Appalachian Trail that I had enjoyed. I was slowly being transported to the Trail, my detector transforming into a hiking stick! I suspect that I could have chucked a stone a mere ten times, and hit my truck, which was parked at the access... but it seemed that I had put in a good days' hiking. I was getting close to camp, and passed by a privy. It was a beauty! Certainly another wonderful variation of the vast array of privies that one might find on the AT. I was really starting to get in the groove!!! Hey, there we are! Boy Scout Camp! But, boy oh boy, it had the feel of an AT shelter! There was the firepit... being the first to arrive, I would take great pleasure in having a toasty campfire burning, to kindle the spirits of the other hikers, when they began to arrive. Visually, it was hard to take in my surroundings as reality. It "seemed" to be an AT rest stop! ...then the smell found it's way to the brain. Yes, this place smelled like it was supposed to! I looked it over real well... but I couldn't find a shelter log in which to leave an entry. I went to the picnic table, resting from the day, and thinking that I might want to filter some water before it got late. Sure would be nice to have a cup of hot Ramen noodles with a bunch of dehydrated veggies tossed in... then do up a coffee to enjoy while cozied in the sleeping bag. ... ...
Realizing that it was getting dark and raining steadily, I came out of my "AT experience" and started back downtrail... but, I can assure you, I will be back!
Hope all your days are sunny, even in the rain!
May God Bless your path with the proper amount of rocks, roots, and mud.
Stickman
A special shout-out to Johnny "Four-Iron" Male! Johnny was so kind to invite me along on his trip to Trail Days at Damascus this month, but alas... I can't quite swing it! I had approval from my workplace, the go-ahead from my wife, Cari, and a free ride with Johnny... but just couldn't do it.
Work is picking up, with the promise of more hours, and I need to be realistic in regards to my financial situation. My "recent" (10/21/11) quadruple bypass surgery put a damper on my plans for this year, but, Lord willing, next year will be a bit more to my liking. I suspect that when Gods' plans supercede my plans, great things will happen!
At any rate, "Thank You!", Johnny... and I hope you have a fantastic time down there in Virginia. Hope the weather holds out for you, too, so you can get a couple of good days hiking in.
The weather... not so great lately. I'll be the first to agree that we needed some rain... but, come on now!?! There is, however, always something to be appreciated, regardless of the weather, in spite of the weather, or because of the weather. I am trying to get more exercise as of late, and have taken to poking around with a metal detector.
(If it seems that I just "stepped off trail", I might have... but stay with me, anyway.)
So... I took a stroll up into the woods, figuring to metal detect an old Boy Scout camp area. It had been raining, now reduced to a light drizzle, and my walk in was refreshing! The terrain and "feel" of the short hike was not unlike some of the Appalachian Trail that I had enjoyed. I was slowly being transported to the Trail, my detector transforming into a hiking stick! I suspect that I could have chucked a stone a mere ten times, and hit my truck, which was parked at the access... but it seemed that I had put in a good days' hiking. I was getting close to camp, and passed by a privy. It was a beauty! Certainly another wonderful variation of the vast array of privies that one might find on the AT. I was really starting to get in the groove!!! Hey, there we are! Boy Scout Camp! But, boy oh boy, it had the feel of an AT shelter! There was the firepit... being the first to arrive, I would take great pleasure in having a toasty campfire burning, to kindle the spirits of the other hikers, when they began to arrive. Visually, it was hard to take in my surroundings as reality. It "seemed" to be an AT rest stop! ...then the smell found it's way to the brain. Yes, this place smelled like it was supposed to! I looked it over real well... but I couldn't find a shelter log in which to leave an entry. I went to the picnic table, resting from the day, and thinking that I might want to filter some water before it got late. Sure would be nice to have a cup of hot Ramen noodles with a bunch of dehydrated veggies tossed in... then do up a coffee to enjoy while cozied in the sleeping bag. ... ...
Realizing that it was getting dark and raining steadily, I came out of my "AT experience" and started back downtrail... but, I can assure you, I will be back!
Hope all your days are sunny, even in the rain!
May God Bless your path with the proper amount of rocks, roots, and mud.
Stickman
Monday, February 6, 2012
Wishing for some walking...
Good evening Friends!
I thought I would stop for a quick minute to give an update on the goings-on around here. Everything is looking up these days, and I hope it is the same for you.
My health continues to improve, and I feel strength being restored. I continue at my Rehab sessions, three mornings a week. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays find me up at 4:00AM, to enjoy a light breakfast, then head off to my 6:00AM Rehab. I am told by my Rehab Nurse, Heidi, that I am achieving my goals ahead of schedule!
Heidi DID frown, however, at my suggestion of my heading South next month with Johnny "4Iron" Male, to do a week or two on the Appalachian Trail. I am SO wishing for some walking... you know... There is nothing more health restoring, (in my mind...), than a pleasant hike on the A.T.! Heidi is of the opinion that I need to BE a little healthier before I attempt to GET healthier!?! I think she is afraid I might die in the woods, alone... which I wouldn't find to be a BAD way to go! I figured it might take the edge off for her, if I tagged along with a friend, but I guess dying in the woods with a FRIEND is not really acceptable to her, either. I guess her primary goal is to keep me alive. I will have to learn to be a good patient, and be patient...
Great news! God is good, and cares for us, if we let him! My family, friends, (and my Church family and friends), have taken care of me and my family in such a loving way. We did the best we could these last four months, tightening up the spending, lowering the thermostat, reducing our driving, and more. Then, we gave it to God! We have been behind financially, but have never been without! I will not "name names", but I thank all of you, your kindnesses have overwhelmed.
My best friend called the other night. He has been there for me, always. When I ended up in the Hospital, he called me. He told me that he would come to Maine, immediately! The exclamation punctuation of the preceding sentence is warranted, as he lives in Florida, and would, indeed, have headed right off to Maine. I had to beg him not to come home, assuring him that his thoughts and prayers would suffice. He has been faithful in calling me, offering up encouragement, and entertaining me. He gave me good hope.
His call to me the other night was much enjoyed, as usual. We talked a lot, of things we would do together when he makes his trip to Maine this Summer, and of the other adventures we would like to take on someday. We talked of my health, and the great news that I had returned to work, (kind of). I was so happy when my employer offered up some "light duty" work, at one of his other stores! I have completed my first week of work, and all is well... when payday comes, I can start helping with the bills! My friend offered up a financial gift, to help us get back on level ground, but I begged him not to. God has been so good, and now, I can not only help pay the bills, it is time to start giving to those less fortunate...
I have wandered a bit tonight... but I think my point was to give an update, relating my happiness to Gods' Goodness, rejoicing in the wonderful people that He places in our lives... and, oh yeah... let you know how much I was wishing I was walking!
May your trails be straight and crooked, walked alone, or with a friend, and always travelled with God as your Guide.
Blessings, in abundance...
Stickman
I thought I would stop for a quick minute to give an update on the goings-on around here. Everything is looking up these days, and I hope it is the same for you.
My health continues to improve, and I feel strength being restored. I continue at my Rehab sessions, three mornings a week. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays find me up at 4:00AM, to enjoy a light breakfast, then head off to my 6:00AM Rehab. I am told by my Rehab Nurse, Heidi, that I am achieving my goals ahead of schedule!
Heidi DID frown, however, at my suggestion of my heading South next month with Johnny "4Iron" Male, to do a week or two on the Appalachian Trail. I am SO wishing for some walking... you know... There is nothing more health restoring, (in my mind...), than a pleasant hike on the A.T.! Heidi is of the opinion that I need to BE a little healthier before I attempt to GET healthier!?! I think she is afraid I might die in the woods, alone... which I wouldn't find to be a BAD way to go! I figured it might take the edge off for her, if I tagged along with a friend, but I guess dying in the woods with a FRIEND is not really acceptable to her, either. I guess her primary goal is to keep me alive. I will have to learn to be a good patient, and be patient...
Great news! God is good, and cares for us, if we let him! My family, friends, (and my Church family and friends), have taken care of me and my family in such a loving way. We did the best we could these last four months, tightening up the spending, lowering the thermostat, reducing our driving, and more. Then, we gave it to God! We have been behind financially, but have never been without! I will not "name names", but I thank all of you, your kindnesses have overwhelmed.
My best friend called the other night. He has been there for me, always. When I ended up in the Hospital, he called me. He told me that he would come to Maine, immediately! The exclamation punctuation of the preceding sentence is warranted, as he lives in Florida, and would, indeed, have headed right off to Maine. I had to beg him not to come home, assuring him that his thoughts and prayers would suffice. He has been faithful in calling me, offering up encouragement, and entertaining me. He gave me good hope.
His call to me the other night was much enjoyed, as usual. We talked a lot, of things we would do together when he makes his trip to Maine this Summer, and of the other adventures we would like to take on someday. We talked of my health, and the great news that I had returned to work, (kind of). I was so happy when my employer offered up some "light duty" work, at one of his other stores! I have completed my first week of work, and all is well... when payday comes, I can start helping with the bills! My friend offered up a financial gift, to help us get back on level ground, but I begged him not to. God has been so good, and now, I can not only help pay the bills, it is time to start giving to those less fortunate...
I have wandered a bit tonight... but I think my point was to give an update, relating my happiness to Gods' Goodness, rejoicing in the wonderful people that He places in our lives... and, oh yeah... let you know how much I was wishing I was walking!
May your trails be straight and crooked, walked alone, or with a friend, and always travelled with God as your Guide.
Blessings, in abundance...
Stickman
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Little Steps and Giant Leaps, Giant Steps and Little Leaps
Hello to You!
As I sat this morning, generally just passing time, and occasionally having a thought, I began to contemplate the journey I'm on. As many of you know, I am a recent graduate of Open Heart Surgery, Class of 2011. The Ceremony was performed on October 21st, 2011, and consisted of a quadruple bypass, rectifying troubles caused by seven major blockages. It is now three months, three days post-graduation, and I am looking not only at the path I have travelled, but at the path before me. As with any Graduate, Diploma in hand, and stepping out on a new path, there is much excitement!
The path of my life has been navigated by taking little steps and giant leaps... interspersed with a few giant steps, little leaps, and quite a few stumbles, tumbles, and falls. It's kind of like traversing the infamous "Mahoosuc Notch" in Western Maine. That stretch of the 2,175 mile Appalachian Trail is considered by many to be the toughest mile of the AT!
Although I would sometimes prefer to travel at a faster pace, I am well aware of the dangers of "being in a rush". For now, I will take little steps, and little leaps... and when the opportunities present themselves, I will take a giant step or two, and build my strength and confidence to achieve a couple of giant leaps, when the right time comes!
I look down the path ahead of me... looks like I may be returning to the workplace soon, if only for light work and part time. It looks like better trail a few miles out, though! Rehabilitation is going along nicely, and by Springtime, I look to be working full time again. The Winter months have treated me kindly thus far, allowing me to venture outside, safely, for many long walks. I may be able to do a little hiking in the Bigelow Range, come better weather!
Strength is building, and when I look down the path, I still see my dreams...
I pray that you still see your dreams, too, when you look down your path. Trust in the Lord, no matter the path set before you. Remember, it's okay to take little steps and little leaps. The giant steps, and giant leaps can best be achieved when holding His hand...
"Our hearts had not turned back;our feet had not strayed from your path." Psalm 44:18
As always, I pray God's Blessings on you, and also on your path... may it be be free of stumbles, tumbles, and falls.
Stickman
As I sat this morning, generally just passing time, and occasionally having a thought, I began to contemplate the journey I'm on. As many of you know, I am a recent graduate of Open Heart Surgery, Class of 2011. The Ceremony was performed on October 21st, 2011, and consisted of a quadruple bypass, rectifying troubles caused by seven major blockages. It is now three months, three days post-graduation, and I am looking not only at the path I have travelled, but at the path before me. As with any Graduate, Diploma in hand, and stepping out on a new path, there is much excitement!
The path of my life has been navigated by taking little steps and giant leaps... interspersed with a few giant steps, little leaps, and quite a few stumbles, tumbles, and falls. It's kind of like traversing the infamous "Mahoosuc Notch" in Western Maine. That stretch of the 2,175 mile Appalachian Trail is considered by many to be the toughest mile of the AT!
Although I would sometimes prefer to travel at a faster pace, I am well aware of the dangers of "being in a rush". For now, I will take little steps, and little leaps... and when the opportunities present themselves, I will take a giant step or two, and build my strength and confidence to achieve a couple of giant leaps, when the right time comes!
I look down the path ahead of me... looks like I may be returning to the workplace soon, if only for light work and part time. It looks like better trail a few miles out, though! Rehabilitation is going along nicely, and by Springtime, I look to be working full time again. The Winter months have treated me kindly thus far, allowing me to venture outside, safely, for many long walks. I may be able to do a little hiking in the Bigelow Range, come better weather!
Strength is building, and when I look down the path, I still see my dreams...
I pray that you still see your dreams, too, when you look down your path. Trust in the Lord, no matter the path set before you. Remember, it's okay to take little steps and little leaps. The giant steps, and giant leaps can best be achieved when holding His hand...
"Our hearts had not turned back;our feet had not strayed from your path." Psalm 44:18
As always, I pray God's Blessings on you, and also on your path... may it be be free of stumbles, tumbles, and falls.
Stickman
Sunday, January 1, 2012
...and a Happy New Year!... MEAN IT!
Good morning, and a Happy New Year to you! No, I'm not just saying that... I mean it! Isn't it funny how some sayings lose their punch when they get repeated... repeated... repeated... without much thought!?! Now, this particular phrase is often put out there with MUCH enthusiasm, by well-meaning people, but how many really reflect on what a "Happy New Year" might look like? As good as last year? Better? Most people that I know make some attempt at a NEW YEARS' RESOLUTION... something to commit to, with much resolve. It often is something like "lose weight", and sometimes something like, "save money", or "be a more positive person". ...all good stuff.
I got up this morning and looked out the window. It wasn't snowing. It wasn't raining. It was sunny. I gave thought to the New Year, that it held hope! The future looked promising, even if it was only for today! It was not of my doing... it was an "Act of God". It got me reflecting on the year passed, and the years past, and all I was blessed with... all I was thankful and happy for.
Curious, I turned to the Bible, to see what I might glean for an example of a Happy New Year. I settled on Noah... you know, the guy that built a big boat, saved a bunch of animals, survived a pretty big flood. This is what one of his "New Years"
looked like...
"And it came to pass in the six hundredth and first year, in the first [month], the first [day] of the month, the waters were dried up from off the earth: and Noah removed the covering of the ark, and looked, and, behold, the face of the ground was dry. Genesis 8:13"
Wow! I was happy it wasn't bad weather this morning... I can't imagine what Noah was thinking on THAT New Years Day! The Bible says Noah, who built the Ark, was 600 years old during the Great Flood, and he lived to be 950 years old. He had 600 years to reflect on, and 350 years after the flood to look forward to, with hope.
I am 54 years old, with quite a bit to reflect on. It would take me a long time to sort through all those years, but this last year is an easy one. I had my quadruple bypass performed on October 21st, a little over two months ago. That was my personal "Great Flood". It's a New Year, and I am still here. God brought me through it, and caused the sun to shine today. For me, that is enough to make me thankful for the past, hopeful for the future. I need no New Years' Resolution. I will just "be happy" in this "Happy New Year", trusting in God's Grace and Mercy. With His Blessings, we will have a moment to reflect again, at this time, next year!
May God Bless your Happy New Year!
Stickman
I got up this morning and looked out the window. It wasn't snowing. It wasn't raining. It was sunny. I gave thought to the New Year, that it held hope! The future looked promising, even if it was only for today! It was not of my doing... it was an "Act of God". It got me reflecting on the year passed, and the years past, and all I was blessed with... all I was thankful and happy for.
Curious, I turned to the Bible, to see what I might glean for an example of a Happy New Year. I settled on Noah... you know, the guy that built a big boat, saved a bunch of animals, survived a pretty big flood. This is what one of his "New Years"
looked like...
"And it came to pass in the six hundredth and first year, in the first [month], the first [day] of the month, the waters were dried up from off the earth: and Noah removed the covering of the ark, and looked, and, behold, the face of the ground was dry. Genesis 8:13"
Wow! I was happy it wasn't bad weather this morning... I can't imagine what Noah was thinking on THAT New Years Day! The Bible says Noah, who built the Ark, was 600 years old during the Great Flood, and he lived to be 950 years old. He had 600 years to reflect on, and 350 years after the flood to look forward to, with hope.
I am 54 years old, with quite a bit to reflect on. It would take me a long time to sort through all those years, but this last year is an easy one. I had my quadruple bypass performed on October 21st, a little over two months ago. That was my personal "Great Flood". It's a New Year, and I am still here. God brought me through it, and caused the sun to shine today. For me, that is enough to make me thankful for the past, hopeful for the future. I need no New Years' Resolution. I will just "be happy" in this "Happy New Year", trusting in God's Grace and Mercy. With His Blessings, we will have a moment to reflect again, at this time, next year!
May God Bless your Happy New Year!
Stickman
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
A time of healing...
Time... It sometimes flashes lightning fast before your eyes, yet at other times it crawls along so slowly that you are positive you could outhike it.
Healing times are usually a bit like that. As time drags onward during the healing process, we might become impatient, causing time to move a little more slowly... and the healing to take a little bigger chunk of that precious time. Ever notice that when a cut finally is reaching the end of its' healing process, you just have to pick at the scab... reopening the wound? Also, the rate of the passage of time is the inverse of the amount of patience. Therefore, the longer that the healing process is ongoing, the longer the healing process will be ongoing... exponentially.
My healing time has reached another monthly "mile marker". My quadruple bypass was performed, quite successfully, on 10/21/11, two months ago. ...and now I watch time beginning to drag its' feet. It isn't unbearable, but I am almost at the point of "picking at the scab"!
Every little hold-up in the healing process seems to try to throw me off my intended path. Waiting to hear from the surgeon for the final OK to begin official rehab... nasty cold weather, or, like today, freezing rain, that just makes you NOT want to take another walk... you get the picture.
However! Even as I begin to get weary from waiting... I recieve much encouragement from friends and family! The folks from Crossroads Bible Church have lifted me up, weekly, and Pastor has been thoughtful to swing by for a visit, or take me up to his camp. I get phone calls from my Brothers Bill and Larry, who are always offering their help. I have been entertained while reading faithful's Journey on the Appalachian Trail, which was written by David M. "Faithful" Barnes. As most of you know, Faithful was my hiking partner on my 2007 Appalachian Trail thruhike attempt. I was his hiking partner on part of his successful hike of the Appalachian Trail in 2007! He is an awesome young fella, and he has since completed the Long Trail in Vermont.
I got a call from Johnny "4Iron" Male yesterday... he lifted my spirits with some good ol' trail talk. We discussed his recent gear strategies, pack weight, and folks he has met on the Trail... then it hit me, and I had to ask. "Johnny, are you planning on going back on trail in the Spring?" Yes, yes he is... my heart started to beat with excitement for him! Time was starting to move again! I had hope! Hope for Johnny, and hope for me! Healing, for me, is going to take some time, but, it will be time well spent... and, someday, I will step back out on the Appalachian Trail, and KNOW that my healing is finally complete.
Thanks to all of you who are pausing to think of me, say a little prayer, and give some of your time for my benefit. I look forward to being able to see a few of you out on the trail... or over a good cup of coffee, while I heal. Until then, let's all be patient, and just enjoy the Blessings that God so graciously gives us...
...and I pray that God gives you many Blessings!
Stickman
Healing times are usually a bit like that. As time drags onward during the healing process, we might become impatient, causing time to move a little more slowly... and the healing to take a little bigger chunk of that precious time. Ever notice that when a cut finally is reaching the end of its' healing process, you just have to pick at the scab... reopening the wound? Also, the rate of the passage of time is the inverse of the amount of patience. Therefore, the longer that the healing process is ongoing, the longer the healing process will be ongoing... exponentially.
My healing time has reached another monthly "mile marker". My quadruple bypass was performed, quite successfully, on 10/21/11, two months ago. ...and now I watch time beginning to drag its' feet. It isn't unbearable, but I am almost at the point of "picking at the scab"!
Every little hold-up in the healing process seems to try to throw me off my intended path. Waiting to hear from the surgeon for the final OK to begin official rehab... nasty cold weather, or, like today, freezing rain, that just makes you NOT want to take another walk... you get the picture.
However! Even as I begin to get weary from waiting... I recieve much encouragement from friends and family! The folks from Crossroads Bible Church have lifted me up, weekly, and Pastor has been thoughtful to swing by for a visit, or take me up to his camp. I get phone calls from my Brothers Bill and Larry, who are always offering their help. I have been entertained while reading faithful's Journey on the Appalachian Trail, which was written by David M. "Faithful" Barnes. As most of you know, Faithful was my hiking partner on my 2007 Appalachian Trail thruhike attempt. I was his hiking partner on part of his successful hike of the Appalachian Trail in 2007! He is an awesome young fella, and he has since completed the Long Trail in Vermont.
I got a call from Johnny "4Iron" Male yesterday... he lifted my spirits with some good ol' trail talk. We discussed his recent gear strategies, pack weight, and folks he has met on the Trail... then it hit me, and I had to ask. "Johnny, are you planning on going back on trail in the Spring?" Yes, yes he is... my heart started to beat with excitement for him! Time was starting to move again! I had hope! Hope for Johnny, and hope for me! Healing, for me, is going to take some time, but, it will be time well spent... and, someday, I will step back out on the Appalachian Trail, and KNOW that my healing is finally complete.
Thanks to all of you who are pausing to think of me, say a little prayer, and give some of your time for my benefit. I look forward to being able to see a few of you out on the trail... or over a good cup of coffee, while I heal. Until then, let's all be patient, and just enjoy the Blessings that God so graciously gives us...
...and I pray that God gives you many Blessings!
Stickman
Monday, November 28, 2011
Stickman, or "Sickman"?
Well folks... I had a pretty close call, recently! I sometimes give a little thought as to the possible dangers that could stop me in my tracks, when I am out for a hike. Things like a bad fall... but it doesn't necessarily take a bad fall to knock you down. Sometimes it is something that can sneak up on you. Like bad health!
I guess you might wonder how a Stickman, who works hard, hikes, and kayaks, could be in bad health... (I was wondering the same thing!). Well... ol' Stickman wasn't taking good care of himself! He had gotten his weight down to 185 after being on the A.T., but had gobbled his way back to almost 240 whopping pounds! Working and playing hard just wasn't getting it done. I was having a long term affair with "Little Debbie" snacks, eating to excess, and making incredibly poor "food" choices. I also hadn't had a physical in a couple of years, and had no primary care physician... a recipe for disaster!
So... almost a couple of months ago I was at my new physician's office, ready for my first physical. Ten minutes into it, she made me aware that I probably had some heart issues!!! "Here's your sign"!!! High blood pressure... overweight... tired... a little short of breath... slight pressure on my chest... occasional light chest pain!!! Nah!!! ...
NO WAY was I sick! I was way too active, and I didn't feel "that bad". But, she was insistent. I was scheduled for a stress test. Then a nuclear stress test... the results were, lets say "marginally" positive. I was in denial, too. Yet, a couple of days later, feeling very tired, I went to the E.R., just to be safe... (I was convinced to go, by my wife and her co-workers at the said hospital). I ended up staying, and next day found myself on the way to EMMC in Bangor, which was more than equipped to deal with me. I was still in denial... I'm a STICKMAN! I got the best treatment, along with not so good news... the cardiac catheterization revealed that I had seven major blockages... one at 90%, two at 80%, two at 70%, and one each at 60% and 40%... I figured they got my results confused with someone elses, and was SURE I could go back to work the next day!
Well, they were right, and five and one-half weeks ago I underwent open heart surgery. My surgeon did a great job, as did all of the staff, and I survived my quadruple bypass! Yay! I am healing and getting stronger day by day, thanks to skillfull surgery, caring and competent nursing, and lots of love, care, and prayer from family and friends. Needless to say, my lifestyle and eating habits have been drastically changed.
I'm sure that I need to give you all no further warning of the dangers lurking around, trying to steal your health. You don't even have to fall off a cliff to hurt yourself!
THIS COULD BE YOU, if you fall off a cliff, (or just don't take good care of yourself!)
So... I'll get healed up, build some strength, and see you all out on the trails again this year. Until then, take good care of yourselves, and enjoy God's daily blessings in your lives,
Stickman
I guess you might wonder how a Stickman, who works hard, hikes, and kayaks, could be in bad health... (I was wondering the same thing!). Well... ol' Stickman wasn't taking good care of himself! He had gotten his weight down to 185 after being on the A.T., but had gobbled his way back to almost 240 whopping pounds! Working and playing hard just wasn't getting it done. I was having a long term affair with "Little Debbie" snacks, eating to excess, and making incredibly poor "food" choices. I also hadn't had a physical in a couple of years, and had no primary care physician... a recipe for disaster!
So... almost a couple of months ago I was at my new physician's office, ready for my first physical. Ten minutes into it, she made me aware that I probably had some heart issues!!! "Here's your sign"!!! High blood pressure... overweight... tired... a little short of breath... slight pressure on my chest... occasional light chest pain!!! Nah!!! ...
NO WAY was I sick! I was way too active, and I didn't feel "that bad". But, she was insistent. I was scheduled for a stress test. Then a nuclear stress test... the results were, lets say "marginally" positive. I was in denial, too. Yet, a couple of days later, feeling very tired, I went to the E.R., just to be safe... (I was convinced to go, by my wife and her co-workers at the said hospital). I ended up staying, and next day found myself on the way to EMMC in Bangor, which was more than equipped to deal with me. I was still in denial... I'm a STICKMAN! I got the best treatment, along with not so good news... the cardiac catheterization revealed that I had seven major blockages... one at 90%, two at 80%, two at 70%, and one each at 60% and 40%... I figured they got my results confused with someone elses, and was SURE I could go back to work the next day!
Well, they were right, and five and one-half weeks ago I underwent open heart surgery. My surgeon did a great job, as did all of the staff, and I survived my quadruple bypass! Yay! I am healing and getting stronger day by day, thanks to skillfull surgery, caring and competent nursing, and lots of love, care, and prayer from family and friends. Needless to say, my lifestyle and eating habits have been drastically changed.
I'm sure that I need to give you all no further warning of the dangers lurking around, trying to steal your health. You don't even have to fall off a cliff to hurt yourself!
THIS COULD BE YOU, if you fall off a cliff, (or just don't take good care of yourself!)
So... I'll get healed up, build some strength, and see you all out on the trails again this year. Until then, take good care of yourselves, and enjoy God's daily blessings in your lives,
Stickman
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Gold in Maine!
Gold in Maine? What's that got to do with hiking? I don't know...
Hello hiker and non-hiker friends,
I got a bit off the beaten path with this topic, but I just had to say... there's GOLD in Maine!... and I found some! This week I made two trips to a local river, and tried my hand at learning to pan. I journeyed to New Portland, more specifically, I arrived at the "Wire Bridge", on the Carrabassett River. Now, let me just say... although I was hopeful to find a two ounce nugget, I knew I would be happy just panning some gravel down to the heavier "black sand". I don't know of anyone who has tried to pan there, and it is not listed as a place to find any gold in Maine. (The popular and productive place to hobby pan is the Swift River, up around Byron). Well, on my first outing, I had panned seven or so pans of gravel down to the black sand, and, in continuing to pan out, found no gold. I did find some nails, old glass, and strangely, a "jack", from the old game of "Jacks". I know... some of you are scratching your head... The game of Jacks consisted of a bunch of "jacks", and a ball. You bounced the ball, and scooped up the jacks... not as easy as you would think!
The next pan of gravel was slowly panned down to black sand, and once to that point, I worked it a bit longer. I decided that there was nothing in the pan other than dirt, when... a flash of gold! My first ever! Yeah, it was small, but...
I came home, proud as a peacock, proclaiming to my dear wife that I had struck gold. When she asked where it was, I said, "Right here! Look!". I had left it, all by itself, in the gold pan. She took a look, and said,"Where is it?!?"
...yeah, it was small!
Yet, the rewards of getting out there to pan were huge! The river, rough with large boulders that accent it's cascading waters, meanders down and around the mountains. Kind of reminds me of the Appalachian Trail in wet weather! The river bottom was very difficult to walk on, but the cool waters were so soothing to the feet. The gentle rushing of water relaxed me, as did the quiet beauty all around. Occasionally, a vehicle would cross over the spectacular Wire Bridge, stirring me back to some sense of here and now, and I would do a time check. I didn't really want to leave... scooping up another helping of dirt and a splash of water, I would start the gentle swishing/washing that complimented the rythms of my breathing...
The river drew me back today, and I spent a couple of happy afternoon hours standing in it, sampling small bits of it's gravels with my trowel and pan. No gold, but "lodes" of fun and relaxation! The only finds of the day were, again, as interesting to me as gold. Bits of blue glass that had been worn to a rough smoothness, some nice specimens of jasper that turn bright blood red when wet, and an old penny. LUCKY!!!
I think it does one's body,(and mind), well to occasionally stop doing, and start doing nothing. You likely won't make any money doing nothing, but it won't cost you a lot, either.
So... go hike a trail, or go hike a river. Watch your step, and look around, too! Not all treasures are made of gold...
May your pan be full of blessings!
Stickman
Hello hiker and non-hiker friends,
I got a bit off the beaten path with this topic, but I just had to say... there's GOLD in Maine!... and I found some! This week I made two trips to a local river, and tried my hand at learning to pan. I journeyed to New Portland, more specifically, I arrived at the "Wire Bridge", on the Carrabassett River. Now, let me just say... although I was hopeful to find a two ounce nugget, I knew I would be happy just panning some gravel down to the heavier "black sand". I don't know of anyone who has tried to pan there, and it is not listed as a place to find any gold in Maine. (The popular and productive place to hobby pan is the Swift River, up around Byron). Well, on my first outing, I had panned seven or so pans of gravel down to the black sand, and, in continuing to pan out, found no gold. I did find some nails, old glass, and strangely, a "jack", from the old game of "Jacks". I know... some of you are scratching your head... The game of Jacks consisted of a bunch of "jacks", and a ball. You bounced the ball, and scooped up the jacks... not as easy as you would think!
The next pan of gravel was slowly panned down to black sand, and once to that point, I worked it a bit longer. I decided that there was nothing in the pan other than dirt, when... a flash of gold! My first ever! Yeah, it was small, but...
I came home, proud as a peacock, proclaiming to my dear wife that I had struck gold. When she asked where it was, I said, "Right here! Look!". I had left it, all by itself, in the gold pan. She took a look, and said,"Where is it?!?"
...yeah, it was small!
Yet, the rewards of getting out there to pan were huge! The river, rough with large boulders that accent it's cascading waters, meanders down and around the mountains. Kind of reminds me of the Appalachian Trail in wet weather! The river bottom was very difficult to walk on, but the cool waters were so soothing to the feet. The gentle rushing of water relaxed me, as did the quiet beauty all around. Occasionally, a vehicle would cross over the spectacular Wire Bridge, stirring me back to some sense of here and now, and I would do a time check. I didn't really want to leave... scooping up another helping of dirt and a splash of water, I would start the gentle swishing/washing that complimented the rythms of my breathing...
The river drew me back today, and I spent a couple of happy afternoon hours standing in it, sampling small bits of it's gravels with my trowel and pan. No gold, but "lodes" of fun and relaxation! The only finds of the day were, again, as interesting to me as gold. Bits of blue glass that had been worn to a rough smoothness, some nice specimens of jasper that turn bright blood red when wet, and an old penny. LUCKY!!!
I think it does one's body,(and mind), well to occasionally stop doing, and start doing nothing. You likely won't make any money doing nothing, but it won't cost you a lot, either.
So... go hike a trail, or go hike a river. Watch your step, and look around, too! Not all treasures are made of gold...
May your pan be full of blessings!
Stickman
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
The Long Green Tunnel
Hello friends,
I was sitting here sipping a cup of black coffee, checking my mail, and trying to get my head around the things I would like to/need to get done today. So... that started out being an easy one! I would like to get a hike in today!
Then, of course, there is always the "need to" list. I have a bunch of things on that list! ...and they all need consideration, or I will never get to pick from my "like to" list.
On the top of both lists is "complete the Long Green Tunnel"! That doesn't sound too conflicted, does it? No! The problem I am facing is that the "Long Green Tunnel" on my "like to" list is the Appalachian Trail... and it looks like I won't be able to finish it in one day!
The "Long Green Tunnel" on the "need to" list is, of course, my lawn, which is in dire need of a good mowing. I'm not sure that I will be able to finish that in a day either!
I thought I had the lawn under control. Last time I mowed it we were having a good hot spell, nice and dry, and I cut the grass very short. I had hoped to kill it! I guess it must be good grass, as it grew back with a vengeance. In fact, I'm a little scared to go out there and walk on it, let alone mow it!
I guess I don't have many options, and mowing the grass will be good for me... as I exercise I can let my mind explore the places of the A.T. that I have been fortunate enough to walk upon, and imagine what is still ahead of me! I'm hoping that todays' hike of the "Long Green Tunnel" will be exceptional and unforgettable. Perhaps I will even get to see a moose or bear!
May God Bless the steps of your journey today, even if it is a difficult trail.
Stickman
I was sitting here sipping a cup of black coffee, checking my mail, and trying to get my head around the things I would like to/need to get done today. So... that started out being an easy one! I would like to get a hike in today!
Then, of course, there is always the "need to" list. I have a bunch of things on that list! ...and they all need consideration, or I will never get to pick from my "like to" list.
On the top of both lists is "complete the Long Green Tunnel"! That doesn't sound too conflicted, does it? No! The problem I am facing is that the "Long Green Tunnel" on my "like to" list is the Appalachian Trail... and it looks like I won't be able to finish it in one day!
The "Long Green Tunnel" on the "need to" list is, of course, my lawn, which is in dire need of a good mowing. I'm not sure that I will be able to finish that in a day either!
I thought I had the lawn under control. Last time I mowed it we were having a good hot spell, nice and dry, and I cut the grass very short. I had hoped to kill it! I guess it must be good grass, as it grew back with a vengeance. In fact, I'm a little scared to go out there and walk on it, let alone mow it!
I guess I don't have many options, and mowing the grass will be good for me... as I exercise I can let my mind explore the places of the A.T. that I have been fortunate enough to walk upon, and imagine what is still ahead of me! I'm hoping that todays' hike of the "Long Green Tunnel" will be exceptional and unforgettable. Perhaps I will even get to see a moose or bear!
May God Bless the steps of your journey today, even if it is a difficult trail.
Stickman
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Hiker dies on Appalachian Trail
Hey folks,
Some sad news up here in Maine... a hiker died yesterday on the Appalachian Trail. I don't have a lot of details, other than the following... suspected cause of death is head injury, caused by falling and striking head on a rock. Hiker was probably from New York. He was apparantly hiking solo, and was found by a couple of other hikers, about a mile off of the Long Falls Dam Road, on the stretch of trail near Flagstaff Lake, leading towards the Bigelow Range.
Whenever I have a lumber delivery up that way (not often enough), I make it a point to stop on Long Falls Dam Road at the Trail crossing, if only for a few minutes. It is the "unofficial" 2000 mile mark for all of the NOBO (Northbound) Thruhikers, and is thus marked, in the center of the road. I am always in hope of spotting a hiker or two, have a brief chat and offer up encouragement and a cold drink.
Yesterday, I was fortunate to have an early morning delivery up to Spring Lake... At the Trail crossing, I stopped for a couple of minutes, and looked up and down trail. I saw nobody. On my return trip, I once again made a quick stop. This time I stepped out onto the Trail. I didn't venture very far, as I only had a couple of minutes of "break time" left before I needed to get back on the work clock. I again saw no one. I did, however, think that I was out of shape, and certainly not used to navigating such rooty, rocky, mucky, slippery terrain... I considered that I would be in a fine mess if I should take a tumble...
The timing of my stop happened to be just about the same time that the hiker was found, and a 911 call went out... I believe I may have missed meeting him by such a short time...
I would ask you all to take a moment to offer up a bit of prayer. I am sure this will be shocking news and difficult times for the hikers' friends and family. Also, for the hikers who came upon him... I am sure this was a stressful situation for them.
For all of you out hiking, please be extra careful around the rocks, roots, and mud, especially if you are alone. In 2007, when I was out on the A.T., I sometimes found myself stumbling 10 or 12 times a day... and I thought I was doing great!
Pray you are all well... God Bless!
Stickman
Some sad news up here in Maine... a hiker died yesterday on the Appalachian Trail. I don't have a lot of details, other than the following... suspected cause of death is head injury, caused by falling and striking head on a rock. Hiker was probably from New York. He was apparantly hiking solo, and was found by a couple of other hikers, about a mile off of the Long Falls Dam Road, on the stretch of trail near Flagstaff Lake, leading towards the Bigelow Range.
Whenever I have a lumber delivery up that way (not often enough), I make it a point to stop on Long Falls Dam Road at the Trail crossing, if only for a few minutes. It is the "unofficial" 2000 mile mark for all of the NOBO (Northbound) Thruhikers, and is thus marked, in the center of the road. I am always in hope of spotting a hiker or two, have a brief chat and offer up encouragement and a cold drink.
Yesterday, I was fortunate to have an early morning delivery up to Spring Lake... At the Trail crossing, I stopped for a couple of minutes, and looked up and down trail. I saw nobody. On my return trip, I once again made a quick stop. This time I stepped out onto the Trail. I didn't venture very far, as I only had a couple of minutes of "break time" left before I needed to get back on the work clock. I again saw no one. I did, however, think that I was out of shape, and certainly not used to navigating such rooty, rocky, mucky, slippery terrain... I considered that I would be in a fine mess if I should take a tumble...
The timing of my stop happened to be just about the same time that the hiker was found, and a 911 call went out... I believe I may have missed meeting him by such a short time...
I would ask you all to take a moment to offer up a bit of prayer. I am sure this will be shocking news and difficult times for the hikers' friends and family. Also, for the hikers who came upon him... I am sure this was a stressful situation for them.
For all of you out hiking, please be extra careful around the rocks, roots, and mud, especially if you are alone. In 2007, when I was out on the A.T., I sometimes found myself stumbling 10 or 12 times a day... and I thought I was doing great!
Pray you are all well... God Bless!
Stickman
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
"Taking a ZERO day!"
Hello all,
Thought I would take time to do a little blogging, and say "hello", before getting back to the hard work of taking a ZERO day.
Hikers sometimes take a ZERO when out on trail, not putting in any miles for the day. It gives them an opportunity to heal, rest, do a few necessary town chores, or lay around the tent/hammock/shelter reading a good book. ...and, quite often, just enjoy the sounds of the falling rain.
Today happens to be my second day off from work... it is raining steadily, I have some "corn on the cobb" cooking, that will soon supply me with some warm comfort food, and I have few desires to make any foreward progress.
There certainly are some things I need to get done, but not before eating some delicious corn! My goal for the day is to sand up at least ten ScriptureStick hiking stick blanks, getting them ready for an application of scripture. The New Portland Fair is coming right up, and I am in need of some more ScriptureSticks for that event. That little fair, co-ordinated by the Lions Club, is the premier "small town" fair in our area, where everyone is sure to see all the friends and neighbors that have not been seen since last fair. Suprisingly, we have also had encounters with many hikers at that fair, and that is always a treat!
Work has been going well lately, and has been a bit more enjoyable with my being able to deliver a few loads of lumber to my favorite places... places that cross the Appalachian Trail! I've had a couple of runs to Jackman, which takes me through Caratunk, where the trail crosses the Kennebec River. The official means of crossing the Kennebec on the A.T. is via the Kennebec Ferry. It is a canoe, and I believe Dave Corrigan is the current, and colorful, ferryman. I've also had a couple of runs up to Spring Lake. That run takes me up Long Falls Dam Road, up past the Bigelows and Flagstaff Lake. I cross the Appalachian Trail at the trails' "2000 mile mark", and always look up and down trail to see if I might spot a thruhiker.
Hmmm... and mmmm! My corn is ready, and I must go! Sorry to run, but I promise to come back soon!
God Bless you all!
Stickman
Thought I would take time to do a little blogging, and say "hello", before getting back to the hard work of taking a ZERO day.
Hikers sometimes take a ZERO when out on trail, not putting in any miles for the day. It gives them an opportunity to heal, rest, do a few necessary town chores, or lay around the tent/hammock/shelter reading a good book. ...and, quite often, just enjoy the sounds of the falling rain.
Today happens to be my second day off from work... it is raining steadily, I have some "corn on the cobb" cooking, that will soon supply me with some warm comfort food, and I have few desires to make any foreward progress.
There certainly are some things I need to get done, but not before eating some delicious corn! My goal for the day is to sand up at least ten ScriptureStick hiking stick blanks, getting them ready for an application of scripture. The New Portland Fair is coming right up, and I am in need of some more ScriptureSticks for that event. That little fair, co-ordinated by the Lions Club, is the premier "small town" fair in our area, where everyone is sure to see all the friends and neighbors that have not been seen since last fair. Suprisingly, we have also had encounters with many hikers at that fair, and that is always a treat!
Work has been going well lately, and has been a bit more enjoyable with my being able to deliver a few loads of lumber to my favorite places... places that cross the Appalachian Trail! I've had a couple of runs to Jackman, which takes me through Caratunk, where the trail crosses the Kennebec River. The official means of crossing the Kennebec on the A.T. is via the Kennebec Ferry. It is a canoe, and I believe Dave Corrigan is the current, and colorful, ferryman. I've also had a couple of runs up to Spring Lake. That run takes me up Long Falls Dam Road, up past the Bigelows and Flagstaff Lake. I cross the Appalachian Trail at the trails' "2000 mile mark", and always look up and down trail to see if I might spot a thruhiker.
Hmmm... and mmmm! My corn is ready, and I must go! Sorry to run, but I promise to come back soon!
God Bless you all!
Stickman
Sunday, July 24, 2011
ScriptureStick to-it-ive-ness!
Is ScriptureStick to-it-ive-ness a real word? ...It is now!
I was giving a bit of thought tonight, as to the effectiveness of our ScriptureStick Ministry. IS it effective!? Are we reaching anybody with the Good News?!? It seems like a lot of work sometimes, with little tangible evidence of desired results...
...but, after a little prayer, and a bit of thoughtful consideration of the results that I DO see, we can't quit now! I was drawn to look into some scripture, finding the following...
"But you should keep a clear mind in every situation. Don't be afraid of suffering for the Lord. Work at telling others the Good News, and fully carry out the ministry God has given you. 2 Timothy 4:5"
...I need to keep a clear mind, proper perspective, and not be afraid. Not be afraid of failure, hard work, or suffering of any kind. I need to continue to WORK at telling others the Good News!... and FULLY carry out the ministry God has given me!
Wow! If any of you don't know what it is that we do, please visit our ScriptureSticks site. In a nutshell, we make hiking sticks. Each ScriptureStick has a verse of scripture routed and burned into it. Our goal is to encourage through scripture, one verse and one stick at a time... and prayerfully have that scripture touch the reader in such a way that he or she will want to read MORE scripture, eventually, and ultimately, seeking Christ! (Go to our site!)
So... it is clear to me that the only "problem" with our ministry is that I need to stop doubting... and work harder! ...and YOU might be able to help! Please pray for me/us, and that God's Word will be read! Please partner with us, and make me work harder! The more ScriptureSticks I have to make up, the happier I am!
Thanks for letting me have this little chat, you're a great listener! I'll get back to you all later, give an update, but have to call it quits for the night. 'Til then...
...God Bless!
Stickman
I was giving a bit of thought tonight, as to the effectiveness of our ScriptureStick Ministry. IS it effective!? Are we reaching anybody with the Good News?!? It seems like a lot of work sometimes, with little tangible evidence of desired results...
...but, after a little prayer, and a bit of thoughtful consideration of the results that I DO see, we can't quit now! I was drawn to look into some scripture, finding the following...
"But you should keep a clear mind in every situation. Don't be afraid of suffering for the Lord. Work at telling others the Good News, and fully carry out the ministry God has given you. 2 Timothy 4:5"
...I need to keep a clear mind, proper perspective, and not be afraid. Not be afraid of failure, hard work, or suffering of any kind. I need to continue to WORK at telling others the Good News!... and FULLY carry out the ministry God has given me!
Wow! If any of you don't know what it is that we do, please visit our ScriptureSticks site. In a nutshell, we make hiking sticks. Each ScriptureStick has a verse of scripture routed and burned into it. Our goal is to encourage through scripture, one verse and one stick at a time... and prayerfully have that scripture touch the reader in such a way that he or she will want to read MORE scripture, eventually, and ultimately, seeking Christ! (Go to our site!)
So... it is clear to me that the only "problem" with our ministry is that I need to stop doubting... and work harder! ...and YOU might be able to help! Please pray for me/us, and that God's Word will be read! Please partner with us, and make me work harder! The more ScriptureSticks I have to make up, the happier I am!
Thanks for letting me have this little chat, you're a great listener! I'll get back to you all later, give an update, but have to call it quits for the night. 'Til then...
...God Bless!
Stickman
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Too hot for hiking!?!
Hey All,
Thought I would take a quick minute to tap out an update...
I was just sitting here in the sweltering heat tonight, thinking about the hikers out on trail, and just how difficult it must be. I pray for their safety, and that they go slow, stay hydrated, and enjoy every stream pond and lake they come across.
4Iron called me the other night to invite me along on a two day hike, from Caratunk to Flagstaff/Bigelow. I couldn't make it, but also pray that they had a great time!
David "Faithful" Barnes successfully completed his hikeof the Long Trail, which traverses Vermont, from Massachusetts to Canada. I haven't had opportunity to speak with him, but know that he made it OK!
A couple of weeks ago, Cari and I went along on a canoe/kayak/camping/cooking excursion to the Upper West Branch of the Penobscot River. Her brother Tim put it all together, and did a great job! There were 12 of us, including Tim's wife Robin, their two teens, Zach and Garret, Cari's cousin, Cherie, and husband Keith, plus their children. What a crew! It was a lot of flat water paddling from Roll Dam down to Chesuncook, then Southerly on big ol' Chesuncook Lake, to the take out. Things weren't always flat calm though... We started our paddle in the pouring rain, and then all pulled together late in the day to get a fire started and gather loads of wood. Things always look better when warming up around a fire! The trip was full of eagle sightings, and, for a couple in the group, moose sightings!
On the next to last day we stayed at Mouser Island, and a tremendous storm came up. Across the lake was a group of paddlers from Camp Modin of Belgrade, Maine. When it hit, it hit hard, swamping and flipping the young girls out of their canoes. As soon as the storm cleared enough to see, Tim and I jumped into kayaks, heading out into the rough water. A lot of praying was going on, for Tim, myself, and the poor campers. High winds, tall waves, and a lot of lightning made it frightening, but we pushed on. We managed to rescue kids, canoes, and gear,(must have had a dozen teenaged girls drying out in Keith and Cherie's big "family tent") and Zach, Garret, and Keith got a call out to the warden service for much needed help. Two of their boats arrived on scene, helping to get everyone and their canoes/gear back to the other side of the lake. It all ended well, with many thanks to all involved, and special thanks for God's protection!
Next day... paddled out in high winds/water, and headed to Baxter State Park. After a good nights sleep, we all made the big climb up Mt. Katahdin (Highest elvation in Maine)! Cari was the only one who didn't attempt it... she had taken a bad fall a couple of days before the paddle started, and was pretty bruised. She closed up the campsite, then assisted in getting a couple of hikers some help with their disabled vehicle. The Day was "perfect" for hiking, and a good hike was had by all!
...I am still in "recovery"!
God Bless you all, stay out of that hot sun!
Stickman
Thought I would take a quick minute to tap out an update...
I was just sitting here in the sweltering heat tonight, thinking about the hikers out on trail, and just how difficult it must be. I pray for their safety, and that they go slow, stay hydrated, and enjoy every stream pond and lake they come across.
4Iron called me the other night to invite me along on a two day hike, from Caratunk to Flagstaff/Bigelow. I couldn't make it, but also pray that they had a great time!
David "Faithful" Barnes successfully completed his hikeof the Long Trail, which traverses Vermont, from Massachusetts to Canada. I haven't had opportunity to speak with him, but know that he made it OK!
A couple of weeks ago, Cari and I went along on a canoe/kayak/camping/cooking excursion to the Upper West Branch of the Penobscot River. Her brother Tim put it all together, and did a great job! There were 12 of us, including Tim's wife Robin, their two teens, Zach and Garret, Cari's cousin, Cherie, and husband Keith, plus their children. What a crew! It was a lot of flat water paddling from Roll Dam down to Chesuncook, then Southerly on big ol' Chesuncook Lake, to the take out. Things weren't always flat calm though... We started our paddle in the pouring rain, and then all pulled together late in the day to get a fire started and gather loads of wood. Things always look better when warming up around a fire! The trip was full of eagle sightings, and, for a couple in the group, moose sightings!
On the next to last day we stayed at Mouser Island, and a tremendous storm came up. Across the lake was a group of paddlers from Camp Modin of Belgrade, Maine. When it hit, it hit hard, swamping and flipping the young girls out of their canoes. As soon as the storm cleared enough to see, Tim and I jumped into kayaks, heading out into the rough water. A lot of praying was going on, for Tim, myself, and the poor campers. High winds, tall waves, and a lot of lightning made it frightening, but we pushed on. We managed to rescue kids, canoes, and gear,(must have had a dozen teenaged girls drying out in Keith and Cherie's big "family tent") and Zach, Garret, and Keith got a call out to the warden service for much needed help. Two of their boats arrived on scene, helping to get everyone and their canoes/gear back to the other side of the lake. It all ended well, with many thanks to all involved, and special thanks for God's protection!
Next day... paddled out in high winds/water, and headed to Baxter State Park. After a good nights sleep, we all made the big climb up Mt. Katahdin (Highest elvation in Maine)! Cari was the only one who didn't attempt it... she had taken a bad fall a couple of days before the paddle started, and was pretty bruised. She closed up the campsite, then assisted in getting a couple of hikers some help with their disabled vehicle. The Day was "perfect" for hiking, and a good hike was had by all!
...I am still in "recovery"!
God Bless you all, stay out of that hot sun!
Stickman
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Faithful hiking "Long Trail"
Hello, hello!
Thought I would give you all a little update on David "Faithful" Barnes, and ask you to keep him in your prayers.
Faithful was my hiking partner on the Appalachian Trail Mission Hike in 2007. The picture of him, above, is from that wonderful hike. While I came off trail in New York, Dave was well on his way SOBO. He hiked into the Fall, came off trail, then went back on trail in the Spring, completing the whole A.T. within a year!
I recieved an e-mail from his mom, Lillian the other day, with news that Faithful was going back on trail... this time he hikes the "Long Trail"! The plan was that he would start on trail sometime yesterday.
The Long Trail is in Vermont... in fact, it runs 272 miles along the length of the State of Vermont, from the Vermont/Massachusetts border, near Williamstown, MA, to the Vermont/Canada border, near North Troy, Vermont. The trail is the oldest in the U.S., built between 1910 and 1930, by the Green Mountain Club, and pretty much follows the ridge of the Green Mountains! Faithful should be able to enjoy some of Vermont's highest peaks, and it's most beautiful hiking!
The start of the Trail should be very familiar to Faithful, as the first 100 miles of the Long Trail is also part of the Appalachian Trail... but ALL of the hike will be a new adventure! Faithful should be able to complete the hike in about four weeks, but... just to make the hike more enjoyable, safer, and successful... let's all make an effort to include Faithful in our daily prayers! I know that your prayers will be greatly appreciated by Faithful and family, and thank you for them.
I must sign off for now, but will let you know if I hear more news about Faithful.
Hope all of you are being Blessed greatly!
Stickman
Thought I would give you all a little update on David "Faithful" Barnes, and ask you to keep him in your prayers.
Faithful was my hiking partner on the Appalachian Trail Mission Hike in 2007. The picture of him, above, is from that wonderful hike. While I came off trail in New York, Dave was well on his way SOBO. He hiked into the Fall, came off trail, then went back on trail in the Spring, completing the whole A.T. within a year!
I recieved an e-mail from his mom, Lillian the other day, with news that Faithful was going back on trail... this time he hikes the "Long Trail"! The plan was that he would start on trail sometime yesterday.
The Long Trail is in Vermont... in fact, it runs 272 miles along the length of the State of Vermont, from the Vermont/Massachusetts border, near Williamstown, MA, to the Vermont/Canada border, near North Troy, Vermont. The trail is the oldest in the U.S., built between 1910 and 1930, by the Green Mountain Club, and pretty much follows the ridge of the Green Mountains! Faithful should be able to enjoy some of Vermont's highest peaks, and it's most beautiful hiking!
The start of the Trail should be very familiar to Faithful, as the first 100 miles of the Long Trail is also part of the Appalachian Trail... but ALL of the hike will be a new adventure! Faithful should be able to complete the hike in about four weeks, but... just to make the hike more enjoyable, safer, and successful... let's all make an effort to include Faithful in our daily prayers! I know that your prayers will be greatly appreciated by Faithful and family, and thank you for them.
I must sign off for now, but will let you know if I hear more news about Faithful.
Hope all of you are being Blessed greatly!
Stickman
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