Party Line

A post from the trail. Trail names changed to respect privacy. Plus, I lost my glasses. It’s a good story but no fairytale ending. Only real trail life.

I met TreeLine on the trail. Older guy, by 10 years, but experienced hiker. Another asked that I  watch over him for a day. TreeLine has a very deliberate rhythm of effort and rest. We had a great time together. So we repeated it a second day, but I kept a pace more in line with my natural gate.

We developed a communication system.

The photo is of a party favor left over from a priest retirement party. So I took it with me. At a hut one night, I showed my bear whistle to a seasoned trail hiker. I blew it for him. His face got dark and somberly said, “That is the sound of a dying rabbit.”

Never to let facts trouble me, as TreeLine hiked behind me, I would call out with the party favor. If he heard it, he’d grunt back.

On the third day together, the distance became too long. So if another NOBO came past, I would ask if he saw him and how he was doing. If a SOBO came through, I would ask they to relay my encouragement when they meet him.

The best were the day hikers. They could relay in both directions. And with heart. Some even spent time with him, sharing stories and the vista.

TreeLine caught on and started sending messages ahead. Everyone was a good sport. He no doubt enjoyed the Party Line.

Two olden, solo hikers, making community out of thin air.

Well, on the 3rd day, problems. He slipped and fell doing a river crossing. Got to a trailhead, to urgent care, then a flight home.

At the same time (poetic timing), I took a major fall (somersault) down the side of the mountain.  On my third visit to urgent care today. I’m not sure if this is a trail ending.

It was amazing the kindness people offer. Eric and Evelyn drove me to urgent care. David, PA, was most helpful.

Each of them, a lot of people,  just need a reason and purpose to help. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Don’t be afraid to lend a helping hand. And always remember gratitude.

Peace be with you,
Deacon Gerry

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