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I am not very good at writing, but here goes. 


On Friday 8/1/08, we folk that haven't been hiking is 20 some
years started at the base of Crystal Mountain Ski Lodge.  We
unloaded our camping gear to be pack on a mule called John. 
He carried 300 lbs.  They also had a baby raccoon in
camp.  They got to the site before we did and had a fire
going and wood gathered.  Going up, I had trouble with the
loose shale rock so we called the horse coral and they brought two
horses .  I rode the pinto and was initially led by the
grandmother.  My husband actually took  the reins
himself and did a great job.  In a little the grandmothers
horse (Darlene) acted up as it wasn't use to leading another
horse.  So we switched with her husband Denny. Then
everything settled down.  The horses would go a bit then stop
to nibble on grass to catch their breath.  We saw an old
mining camp with old mining equipment still up there.  I was
glad the Denny was leading me on Little Foot and every once in a
while she would try to get ahead of the horses by speeding
up.  Denny explained that she wanted to get ahead of the
other horses so she could eat more grass.  It was beautiful
country and I was seeing it through my son's eyes.  The only
thing that kind of bothered me is that the horse love to walk on
the edge of the path next to the drop off.  Denny would say
don't look down and of course I did.  When I am on the ground
I knew it to be a long ways down, but up on a horse made it seem
even longer.  I got use to it thought and it got me to where
I wanted to go.  We made camp that night.  My husband
pitched the tent on a slight incline and he is 6ft and had no
trouble, but I being shorter was always slipping down.  He
would wake me and I would crawl back up.  The next day after
breakfast we made plans to go to where the boys were found and to
the hut they had made to scatter ashes.  I emotionally could
go to the site where they were found, and physically couldn't make
it to the hut.  All the others went.  That night some of
the Turns all year (back country skiers and boarder) that found
them came and we had an oppertunity to thank them in person as
these men did not know any of the boys.  We fed them and
huged them and had a wonderful time with them.  That night My
huband Tim, Meagan, my son's girlfriend, Meagan's father Ward,
Katie a friend that my son built a deck for, and myself walked
down the trail a bit and put the rest of his ashed in the creek
that was near camp.  My son's dog logger walked through it
just to stir him up a liitle to get him going on his journey. The
next  five of us and one of the searchers went down a
different way, which was the way I should have gone up as it was
mostly path.  I keep looking at the creek and imagining my
son walking beside me.  We rounded the bend and there was the
most beautiful water fall I had seen in a long time.  I felt
him encouraging me all the way down as I had troubled with one
foot. When we got down we found a small car and wondered how
we were all going to fit.  Luckly all our packs fit in the
trunk.  So Ross the driver, his wife Celia and Ward piled
into the front made for two.  Katie, my Husband and myself,
piled into the back with Katie's standard poodle Simon.  Talk
about sardines in a can.  Then Ross had to drive all of us 20
miles to the parking area were we had left our cars.  I
enoyed it, but can't say I would do it again unless it is on a
horse.  So that is my last tribut to my son and now I can
look out at Mt Rainier and see him and his monument, from work on
nice days.


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 Hello, I too welcome you to our group.  You have done yourself and your son's a great job, the 'words' you use to describe your journey to the place of your son's memorial were beautiful.  It painted a wonderful picture in my heart and one that was what you son would have wanted.  Yes his soul was following you down the creek.  His soul will always be wherever you are, he will indeed walk beside you.  He dwells in your heart for as long as your heart beats.  Continue to write your stories and we will continue to have the enjoyment of each of your words, but know too that when we read them we will feel the pain in your words with you.  Most of us know what it is like to have one of ours past on and it takes time, crying, dreaming, talking and so much more to get to this point.  We are here to go down this path with you.  Have a wonderful evening, a restful sleep and wake to the sun shining tomorrow.  Your new friend with love and hugs....RaeDi

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I am not very good at writing, but here goes. 


On Friday 8/1/08, we folk that haven't been hiking is 20 some
years started at the base of Crystal Mountain Ski Lodge.  We
unloaded our camping gear to be pack on a mule called John. 
He carried 300 lbs.  They also had a baby raccoon in
camp.  They got to the site before we did and had a fire
going and wood gathered.  Going up, I had trouble with the
loose shale rock so we called the horse coral and they brought two
horses .  I rode the pinto and was initially led by the
grandmother.  My husband actually took  the reins
himself and did a great job.  In a little the grandmothers
horse (Darlene) acted up as it wasn't use to leading another
horse.  So we switched with her husband Denny. Then
everything settled down.  The horses would go a bit then stop
to nibble on grass to catch their breath.  We saw an old
mining camp with old mining equipment still up there.  I was
glad the Denny was leading me on Little Foot and every once in a
while she would try to get ahead of the horses by speeding
up.  Denny explained that she wanted to get ahead of the
other horses so she could eat more grass.  It was beautiful
country and I was seeing it through my son's eyes.  The only
thing that kind of bothered me is that the horse love to walk on
the edge of the path next to the drop off.  Denny would say
don't look down and of course I did.  When I am on the ground
I knew it to be a long ways down, but up on a horse made it seem
even longer.  I got use to it thought and it got me to where
I wanted to go.  We made camp that night.  My husband
pitched the tent on a slight incline and he is 6ft and had no
trouble, but I being shorter was always slipping down.  He
would wake me and I would crawl back up.  The next day after
breakfast we made plans to go to where the boys were found and to
the hut they had made to scatter ashes.  I emotionally could
go to the site where they were found, and physically couldn't make
it to the hut.  All the others went.  That night some of
the Turns all year (back country skiers and boarder) that found
them came and we had an oppertunity to thank them in person as
these men did not know any of the boys.  We fed them and
huged them and had a wonderful time with them.  That night My
huband Tim, Meagan, my son's girlfriend, Meagan's father Ward,
Katie a friend that my son built a deck for, and myself walked
down the trail a bit and put the rest of his ashed in the creek
that was near camp.  My son's dog logger walked through it
just to stir him up a liitle to get him going on his journey. The
next  five of us and one of the searchers went down a
different way, which was the way I should have gone up as it was
mostly path.  I keep looking at the creek and imagining my
son walking beside me.  We rounded the bend and there was the
most beautiful water fall I had seen in a long time.  I felt
him encouraging me all the way down as I had troubled with one
foot. When we got down we found a small car and wondered how
we were all going to fit.  Luckly all our packs fit in the
trunk.  So Ross the driver, his wife Celia and Ward piled
into the front made for two.  Katie, my Husband and myself,
piled into the back with Katie's standard poodle Simon.  Talk
about sardines in a can.  Then Ross had to drive all of us 20
miles to the parking area were we had left our cars.  I
enoyed it, but can't say I would do it again unless it is on a
horse.  So that is my last tribut to my son and now I can
look out at Mt Rainier and see him and his monument, from work on
nice days.


Below is the website



 



Hello and welcome to this group,


I think you wrote this touching story very well.  I am going to go to your website and read more.

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I am not very good at writing, but here goes. 


On Friday 8/1/08, we folk that haven't been hiking is 20 some
years started at the base of Crystal Mountain Ski Lodge.  We
unloaded our camping gear to be pack on a mule called John. 
He carried 300 lbs.  They also had a baby raccoon in
camp.  They got to the site before we did and had a fire
going and wood gathered.  Going up, I had trouble with the
loose shale rock so we called the horse coral and they brought two
horses .  I rode the pinto and was initially led by the
grandmother.  My husband actually took  the reins
himself and did a great job.  In a little the grandmothers
horse (Darlene) acted up as it wasn't use to leading another
horse.  So we switched with her husband Denny. Then
everything settled down.  The horses would go a bit then stop
to nibble on grass to catch their breath.  We saw an old
mining camp with old mining equipment still up there.  I was
glad the Denny was leading me on Little Foot and every once in a
while she would try to get ahead of the horses by speeding
up.  Denny explained that she wanted to get ahead of the
other horses so she could eat more grass.  It was beautiful
country and I was seeing it through my son's eyes.  The only
thing that kind of bothered me is that the horse love to walk on
the edge of the path next to the drop off.  Denny would say
don't look down and of course I did.  When I am on the ground
I knew it to be a long ways down, but up on a horse made it seem
even longer.  I got use to it thought and it got me to where
I wanted to go.  We made camp that night.  My husband
pitched the tent on a slight incline and he is 6ft and had no
trouble, but I being shorter was always slipping down.  He
would wake me and I would crawl back up.  The next day after
breakfast we made plans to go to where the boys were found and to
the hut they had made to scatter ashes.  I emotionally could
go to the site where they were found, and physically couldn't make
it to the hut.  All the others went.  That night some of
the Turns all year (back country skiers and boarder) that found
them came and we had an oppertunity to thank them in person as
these men did not know any of the boys.  We fed them and
huged them and had a wonderful time with them.  That night My
huband Tim, Meagan, my son's girlfriend, Meagan's father Ward,
Katie a friend that my son built a deck for, and myself walked
down the trail a bit and put the rest of his ashed in the creek
that was near camp.  My son's dog logger walked through it
just to stir him up a liitle to get him going on his journey. The
next  five of us and one of the searchers went down a
different way, which was the way I should have gone up as it was
mostly path.  I keep looking at the creek and imagining my
son walking beside me.  We rounded the bend and there was the
most beautiful water fall I had seen in a long time.  I felt
him encouraging me all the way down as I had troubled with one
foot. When we got down we found a small car and wondered how
we were all going to fit.  Luckly all our packs fit in the
trunk.  So Ross the driver, his wife Celia and Ward piled
into the front made for two.  Katie, my Husband and myself,
piled into the back with Katie's standard poodle Simon.  Talk
about sardines in a can.  Then Ross had to drive all of us 20
miles to the parking area were we had left our cars.  I
enoyed it, but can't say I would do it again unless it is on a
horse.  So that is my last tribut to my son and now I can
look out at Mt Rainier and see him and his monument, from work on
nice days.


Below is the website



 


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I am not very good at writing, but here goes. 


On Friday 8/1/08, we folk that haven't been hiking is 20 some
years started at the base of Crystal Mountain Ski Lodge.  We
unloaded our camping gear to be pack on a mule called John. 
He carried 300 lbs.  They also had a baby raccoon in
camp.  They got to the site before we did and had a fire
going and wood gathered.  Going up, I had trouble with the
loose shale rock so we called the horse coral and they brought two
horses .  I rode the pinto and was initially led by the
grandmother.  My husband actually took  the reins
himself and did a great job.  In a little the grandmothers
horse (Darlene) acted up as it wasn't use to leading another
horse.  So we switched with her husband Denny. Then
everything settled down.  The horses would go a bit then stop
to nibble on grass to catch their breath.  We saw an old
mining camp with old mining equipment still up there.  I was
glad the Denny was leading me on Little Foot and every once in a
while she would try to get ahead of the horses by speeding
up.  Denny explained that she wanted to get ahead of the
other horses so she could eat more grass.  It was beautiful
country and I was seeing it through my son's eyes.  The only
thing that kind of bothered me is that the horse love to walk on
the edge of the path next to the drop off.  Denny would say
don't look down and of course I did.  When I am on the ground
I knew it to be a long ways down, but up on a horse made it seem
even longer.  I got use to it thought and it got me to where
I wanted to go.  We made camp that night.  My husband
pitched the tent on a slight incline and he is 6ft and had no
trouble, but I being shorter was always slipping down.  He
would wake me and I would crawl back up.  The next day after
breakfast we made plans to go to where the boys were found and to
the hut they had made to scatter ashes.  I emotionally could
go to the site where they were found, and physically couldn't make
it to the hut.  All the others went.  That night some of
the Turns all year (back country skiers and boarder) that found
them came and we had an oppertunity to thank them in person as
these men did not know any of the boys.  We fed them and
huged them and had a wonderful time with them.  That night My
huband Tim, Meagan, my son's girlfriend, Meagan's father Ward,
Katie a friend that my son built a deck for, and myself walked
down the trail a bit and put the rest of his ashed in the creek
that was near camp.  My son's dog logger walked through it
just to stir him up a liitle to get him going on his journey. The
next  five of us and one of the searchers went down a
different way, which was the way I should have gone up as it was
mostly path.  I keep looking at the creek and imagining my
son walking beside me.  We rounded the bend and there was the
most beautiful water fall I had seen in a long time.  I felt
him encouraging me all the way down as I had troubled with one
foot. When we got down we found a small car and wondered how
we were all going to fit.  Luckly all our packs fit in the
trunk.  So Ross the driver, his wife Celia and Ward piled
into the front made for two.  Katie, my Husband and myself,
piled into the back with Katie's standard poodle Simon.  Talk
about sardines in a can.  Then Ross had to drive all of us 20
miles to the parking area were we had left our cars.  I
enoyed it, but can't say I would do it again unless it is on a
horse.  So that is my last tribut to my son and now I can
look out at Mt Rainier and see him and his monument, from work on
nice days.


Below is the website



 


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