They will be in my thoughts and prayers. What amazing dogs, too. teresa
"We're made of star stuff."--Carl Sagan On Oct 25, 2013, at 8:48 PM, Patti Johnson <[email protected]> wrote: > God bless those dogs, and prayers are certainly due for the both of those > folks, especially Amy. > Thanks for letting us know about this. > Patti > On 10/25/2013 10:09 PM, Penny Reeder wrote: >> I'm so glad you shared this information. Poor Mark and Amy, and what >> great dogs! And, what a lot of courage everyone has! The need for >> strength and resillience will doubtless be needed from now on. I hope >> he gets lots of donations. >> Thanks again. You're a good friend. >> Penny >> >> On 10/25/13, Cara Quinn <[email protected]> wrote: >>> Hi All, >>> >>> I normally would never ever allow any messages here about donations. IN this >>> case though, this situation very much warrants this. >>> >>> One of our listers and a dear friend of mine, has had an extreme tragedy >>> with a loved one and I am officially asking for donations on his behalf. >>> >>> Even a single dollar will be greatly appreciated here. >>> >>> Now, before anyone objects to this, there is a time and a place to allow a >>> note like this. This is that time and place. This is simply the right thing >>> to do, and I know that when you read the below account, you will agree with >>> me. >>> >>> If anyone takes issue with this then I urge you to write me privately and >>> furthermore I extend my deepest apologies for wasting your time. >>> >>> For those who would like to donate, there is a PayPal button on the >>> following page. >>> >>> http://www.markburninghawk.net/music.html >>> >>> You may read this story at Mark's FaceBook page and I've also pasted it >>> below. >>> >>> Again for those for whom this is an issue, remember, your delete key works >>> just fine in this instance. :) thanks for obliging me. >>> >>> FaceBook link and story are below this note. >>> >>> Thanks to all of you for being here and making these lists what they are. >>> >>> I wish you and yours all a wonderful weekend and thank you very much for >>> whatever donations you can share. >>> >>> Take care of each other. :) >>> >>> Sincerely, >>> >>> Cara quinn >>> >>> Mark Baxter FaceBook >>> >>> https://www.facebook.com/markburninghawk.baxter >>> >>> >>> The Story >>> >>> Last Saturday afternoon, taking advantage of the beautiful weather before >>> the rainy winter arrived, Amy and I decided to go for a short hike. We >>> drove to the Damnation Creek trail head on HWY 101, near Klamath, CA, and >>> intended to be back at our car within a couple of hours, as it was already >>> late afternoon, and would get dark soon. >>> >>> Ezra was guiding me as usual, and Luke was shepherding us all as usual, and >>> we were both enjoying the rugged landscape and giant redwood trees. Softly >>> scented air was dappled with sun and shade as the trail first descended, >>> then wound up to a narrow wooden bridge, at a fork with the Coastal Loop >>> trail. >>> >>> We decided to venture a ways down the Coastal Loop trail, hoping it would >>> "loop," back to the footbridge. No such luck. >>> >>> At first, the trail, mostly composed of an old highway and well maintained, >>> was great for hiking, so we continued. By the time it got narrow and steep >>> again, and Amy could see the ocean through the trees ahead, we needed to >>> turn back; it was getting dark. >>> >>> We tiredly turned and made our way back down the trail, until we were mostly >>> back to the footbridge. We stopped to catch our breaths and let the dogs >>> pee, and somehow, Amy fell. I heard her fall, cry out, then a crash, then >>> nothing. I called out, "AMY! Amy, can you answer me?" I heard nothing for >>> a few minutes. >>> >>> When I heard a sound, I didn't think it was a human making it. It was Amy >>> screaming. >>> >>> I had to get down the cliff she had fallen over, to ascertain her condition. >>> I somewhat climbed, mostly fell down to where she was. She had landed >>> badly, on her back, on the rocks at the bottom of an old creek bed. Luke >>> was with her, and Ezra followed me down. >>> >>> Her screams of pain were constant, long and loud. She kept saying, "NO! NO! >>> NO!" over and over, and told me, "I can't feel my legs!" I sat for a while, >>> held her hand, listened to her scream. I knew I had to somehow get help. >>> >>> I had my iPhone 5 with me, but when I checked, I had no service. There was >>> no way I could move Amy; she was far too badly injured to climb up the >>> cliff. I had to climb up the cliff, helping Ezra up with me, and find a >>> place where I had enough cell service to call 911 and get a rescue team in >>> to get Amy. >>> >>> So, as she screamed, I tucked my maroon sweatshirt carefully under her head, >>> and said, "Baby, I love you; I will be back with help, I have to go get >>> help." She just kept on screaming. >>> >>> I found a chimney up the cliff, hauled Ezra up and got back to the trail, >>> which was fortunately very well-defined. I still had no service. >>> >>> I had no choice but to walk with Ezra guiding me down the trail until I >>> could call 911. Fortunately, Ezra was able to follow the trail, even in the >>> dark. Luke also had come up with us, and stuck close to us. >>> >>> We walked about a quarter mile until I got one bar of cell coverage. With >>> that one bar, having to call back ten or twelve times, I got 911 to contact >>> the sheriff, who sent in the volunteer search and rescue team to find us. >>> >>> There was some consternation when I told the sheriff that I couldn't give >>> visual landmarks. I explained that I was blind, had been hiking with my >>> sighted girlfriend, and she had fallen. I gave them the names of the >>> trails, but, No, I did not think I could get back to my vehicle, and no I >>> couldn't describe where I was. I told them about the bridge at the trail >>> fork. Then my iPhone battery got dangerously low. They had my GPS >>> coordinates by that time, so I settled down to wait, calling out from time >>> to time, in case they could hear me. >>> >>> That didn't stop the SAR people from hitting the trail, so I was told. I >>> was growing cold now, shivering in just sweats and a T-shirt. I had given >>> Amy my sweatshirt. >>> >>> I walked with Luke and Ezra back to the footbridge. The creek under it >>> whispered, defining the silence of the woods at night. Luke alternately >>> huddled against me and padded back and forth over the bridge. Ezra sat >>> close, being calm and patient. I had done all I could do. >>> >>> I began intermittently shouting, "HELLO! HELLO!" Finally, about four hours >>> later, my voice hoarse from dehydrating, shivering from cold, I heard a very >>> faint, "HELLO! Are you Mark!?" Oh yes, I was Mark all right. >>> >>> A few minutes later, a woman named Renelle ran up to me on the bridge, >>> followed by her partner Mel. Luke led them to where Amy had fallen, and >>> they found her. I got under a space blanket and drank water. >>> >>> It wasn't over. Amy couldn't move, and they had to get more people with a >>> back board and stretcher to get her up the cliff, and then we all had about >>> three miles of hiking out to do. Luke stayed with Amy and the rest of the >>> team, while Mel, Ezra and I started the long hike back to the highway. >>> >>> As we hiked along--by now it was about three thirty in the morning, pitch >>> dark save for Mel's flashlight--he soon discovered that Ezra and I could >>> navigate our way ahead better than he could try and guide me. As we walked, >>> we talked about Ezra, Guiding Eyes for the Blind, the school that trained >>> him, about dogs in general. Mostly he was just trying to take my mind off >>> what had just happened. >>> >>> I realized that Ezra and Luke were the real heroes of this night. Tired and >>> limping, Ezra nevertheless led me where I needed to go, avoiding obstacles >>> in the dark and finding sure footing. Luke led the rescue team to Amy, and >>> kept me safe while I waited for them. I have not yet stop sending my >>> gratitude to Dog for walking with me, for saving our lives. >>> >>> The last 0.7 miles was all up-hill, switchbacks and rock steps. As beat-up >>> and tired as I was, I cannot imagine what it was like for Amy to be >>> stretcher-borne out of there. I saw her briefly at the ambulance; she was >>> in shock, but she said, "Thank you, you did the best thing you could…" >>> >>> I got a ride home from a park ranger. I had Amy's car towed home. By then >>> it was 4:45 in the morning. I put the dogs to bed and just sat there for >>> the next hour giving my thanks. >>> >>> Luke came home with me and is subdued, confused and sad. >>> >>> Amy was taken to Sutter General Hospital in Crescent City. There, she was >>> determined to have a broken thoracic spine, three broken ribs and a >>> collapsed lung. As of now, she is either en route to or in surgery at OHS >>> in Portland. No one will tell me anything. >>> >>> The dogs and I are still recovering. I'm sore all over, Ezra is sore and >>> tired and Luke is being perfectly behaved for me while he waits for Amy to >>> return. >>> >>> It's far from over, but this is an update. I am anxiously waiting for news >>> of Amy. 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