The Rescue Story - Feb 12, 2013
Everything happens for a reason. e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
The bizarre February snowstorm in Tucson.
Mount Lemmon road access being closed.
The 3-months of training and planning not wanting to be wasted.
Everything happens for a reason. e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
The bizarre February snowstorm in Tucson.
Mount Lemmon road access being closed.
The 3-months of training and planning not wanting to be wasted.
(Five of us had planned and trained for a 2-day climb up Mount Lemmon)
Choosing a replacement hike.
The amount of food and water we packed.
The length of our stops.
Even our picture taking delays.
Everything was one more piece to the puzzle to arrive at a certain place in a certain time to hear the faint distress calls.
We're in a desert mountain range where it goes from hot to cold in seconds. Winds, ravines, canyons, ridges, rock formations, washes - all play a huge part in sound travel. And we just happened to pass the right spot at the right time to hear the faint calls.
Only 2 other people were on that trail yesterday - and we passed them an hour earlier.
Dione - the lost gal (yes. Named after the famous canadian quints), was carrying a purse, a map and a cell phone that died. And one nearly empty bottle of water. She was at least 200meters off trail and completely panicked. We fed her, replaced her electrolytes, soothed her and brought her back. The hike back was 3 hours.
We all felt grateful to have been there for her, and to have a fantastic replacement hike for our missing lemmon climb.
so - yes - everything happens for a reason.
till next time,
Choosing a replacement hike.
The amount of food and water we packed.
The length of our stops.
Even our picture taking delays.
Everything was one more piece to the puzzle to arrive at a certain place in a certain time to hear the faint distress calls.
We're in a desert mountain range where it goes from hot to cold in seconds. Winds, ravines, canyons, ridges, rock formations, washes - all play a huge part in sound travel. And we just happened to pass the right spot at the right time to hear the faint calls.
Only 2 other people were on that trail yesterday - and we passed them an hour earlier.
Dione - the lost gal (yes. Named after the famous canadian quints), was carrying a purse, a map and a cell phone that died. And one nearly empty bottle of water. She was at least 200meters off trail and completely panicked. We fed her, replaced her electrolytes, soothed her and brought her back. The hike back was 3 hours.
We all felt grateful to have been there for her, and to have a fantastic replacement hike for our missing lemmon climb.
so - yes - everything happens for a reason.
till next time,
Louise
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