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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #30 on: October 30, 2018, 10:43:49 PM »
Fuck, that was you ???
I wonder what the woman had to do.with it.

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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #31 on: October 30, 2018, 10:45:09 PM »
@GravitySucks

So if I am reading this right, you drilled the chick that worked down at the Mister Donut?


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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #32 on: March 17, 2019, 06:55:22 PM »
This one’s for @FISH

I don’t remember if this happened in 1975 or 1976.

I took up backpacking when stationed at Plattsburgh AFB. I would rent equipment from the base rec center for the weekend and usually drove to Vermont to hike segments of the Long Trail. This trail goes from the southern border of Vermont to the Canadian border and cross crosses the state to go over every mountain of at least 3000’. I think the total length of the trail is 270 miles. This was a well maintained trail with a log leanto every 3 miles and a small log cabin every 7 miles. First come, first served.   

I found an offshoot trail that led to a place called French Camp which was always vacant. In 4-5 trips in I never saw another person. I hiked in for Labor Day weekend. As I started up the trail about 4-5 miles from the camp it started to snow. Very early for snow even there and it was a wet, heavy snow.

I got to the cabin and started gathering and splitting wood for the pot belly stove inside. I ate some bread and cheese, drank one of my two bottles of Liebfraumilch I had carried in, stoked the fire and curled up in my sleeping bag. It was absolutely quiet except for an occasional pop from the wood stove.

Sometime around 2:00 am I heard children crying and the door burst open. A family of four dragged themselves in, nearly psychotic from hyperthermia. The young boy and girl could not have been 10 years old. Their parents were sobbing and incoherent. I jumped up and got the fire roaring.

I always carried two cans of chicken noodle soup as an emergency ration. I warmed them up on the stove to try and get them some body heat. I looked around outside. There was almost two feet of heavy wet snow. If I hadn’t been there I am positive they would have all died before they could have gotten a fire going.

Before it got light I had them all tucked in their sleeping bags warmed by the fire.

At the break of day I scouted around outside. The tracks they made at 2am were covered with more snow. I asked the fellow where he had parked. They had parked at Smugglers Notch ski area. For them to take the main trail out, it was going to be about a 7-8 mile hike out in snow over 2 feet deep. None of them were dressed for cold weather.

I never took the main trail to get to French Camp. I took a steep trail which wasn’t maintained that basically went straight up and down the mountain. I went and checked the trail and it was fairly clear. Most of the snow was still up in the tree tops.

I had them pack up and told them I was going to check the trail. They were afraid I was going to leave them. It took a lot of convincing to assure them I would be back. I carried my pack up and it was rough going but it was passable and if I could get them up that way it would cut more than 5 miles off their hike out. I knew it was the only way they were going to be able to hike out on their own.

Once I got to the top of the mountain I dropped my pack and ran/walked down the trail as fast as I could. It had started snowing lightly and I had no idea what we were in for. I herded them together, grabbed the man’s pack and one of the kid’s and convinced them to follow me. He carried the youngest child.

I told them to take it as slow as necessary and I would be right back. I raced up the mountain, dropped the packs and ran/slid back down. I just made a round trip of about two miles and they had made it about 100 feet. It was going to be a long day. I grabbed the woman’s pack and the other child’s pack and became worried. They wanted to go back to the cabin. I knew there was no more food and we had used up almost all of the firewood the night before. I didn’t see that as an option. Before they could argue anymore I raced up the mountain, dropped the packs and raced back down. They were still hiking up but slowly. I grabbed up the boy, the Dad had the little girl, and we slowly but surely made our way up to the top.

We gathered up the packs, tying the two kids packs to mine. We still had about a mile to go but this was all downhill using one of the main ski runs at Smugglers Notch. I looked at the ski lift to the left of us and sure wished it had been operating. It was slow going because of all the snow but they followed behind me as a I did my best to plow a trail for them. As we descended the amount of snow decreased quite a bit due to the lower altitude. That made the last quarter mile or so seem like a walk in the park compared to what I had just been through.

I got them in the car and let them warm up with the heat while I packed their bags in the back. I put mine in and the guy asked what I was doing. I told him I needed a ride to my car which was about 5 miles up the road. He started to argue saying he needed to get his family to town to get something to eat. I started to get my bag out. I guess the woman saw the dejection in my face. She got out of the car and loaded my pack back in and said it was the least they could do. They asked for my address so they could send a thank you note and a Christmas card. I looked for that Christmas card for years. When I used to tell this story I used to say they sent me Christmas cards for years afterwards. That part wasn’t true. It was only what I had wished for.

I know I saved their lives that weekend. I hope they had the chance to pay it forward some day.



I hope they went camping again. I certainly did. I haven’t been back there since 1978. I am trying to figure out if I can get back to French Camp when the colors change this fall. It is one of the most beautiful and tranquil areas I have ever been.
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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #33 on: March 17, 2019, 08:15:38 PM »
When I used to tell this story I used to say they sent me Christmas cards for years afterwards. That part wasn’t true. It was only what I had wished for.

I can send you a postcard if it will cheer you up.

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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #34 on: March 17, 2019, 08:37:18 PM »
This one’s for @FISH

I don’t remember if this happened in 1975 or 1976.

I took up backpacking when stationed at Plattsburgh AFB. I would rent equipment from the base rec center for the weekend and usually drove to Vermont to hike segments of the Long Trail. This trail goes from the southern border of Vermont to the Canadian border and cross crosses the state to go over every mountain of at least 3000’. I think the total length of the trail is 270 miles. This was a well maintained trail with a log leanto every 3 miles and a small log cabin every 7 miles. First come, first served.   

I found an offshoot trail that led to a place called French Camp which was always vacant. In 4-5 trips in I never saw another person. I hiked in for Labor Day weekend. As I started up the trail about 4-5 miles from the camp it started to snow. Very early for snow even there and it was a wet, heavy snow.

I got to the cabin and started gathering and splitting wood for the pot belly stove inside. I ate some bread and cheese, drank one of my two bottles of Liebfraumilch I had carried in, stoked the fire and curled up in my sleeping bag. It was absolutely quiet except for an occasional pop from the wood stove.

Sometime around 2:00 am I heard children crying and the door burst open. A family of four dragged themselves in, nearly psychotic from hyperthermia. The young boy and girl could not have been 10 years old. Their parents were sobbing and incoherent. I jumped up and got the fire roaring.

I always carried two cans of chicken noodle soup as an emergency ration. I warmed them up on the stove to try and get them some body heat. I looked around outside. There was almost two feet of heavy wet snow. If I hadn’t been there I am positive they would have all died before they could have gotten a fire going.

Before it got light I had them all tucked in their sleeping bags warmed by the fire.

At the break of day I scouted around outside. The tracks they made at 2am were covered with more snow. I asked the fellow where he had parked. They had parked at Smugglers Notch ski area. For them to take the main trail out, it was going to be about a 7-8 mile hike out in snow over 2 feet deep. None of them were dressed for cold weather.

I never took the main trail to get to French Camp. I took a steep trail which wasn’t maintained that basically went straight up and down the mountain. I went and checked the trail and it was fairly clear. Most of the snow was still up in the tree tops.

I had them pack up and told them I was going to check the trail. They were afraid I was going to leave them. It took a lot of convincing to assure them I would be back. I carried my pack up and it was rough going but it was passable and if I could get them up that way it would cut more than 5 miles off their hike out. I knew it was the only way they were going to be able to hike out on their own.

Once I got to the top of the mountain I dropped my pack and ran/walked down the trail as fast as I could. It had started snowing lightly and I had no idea what we were in for. I herded them together, grabbed the man’s pack and one of the kid’s and convinced them to follow me. He carried the youngest child.

I told them to take it as slow as necessary and I would be right back. I raced up the mountain, dropped the packs and ran/slid back down. I just made a round trip of about two miles and they had made it about 100 feet. It was going to be a long day. I grabbed the woman’s pack and the other child’s pack and became worried. They wanted to go back to the cabin. I knew there was no more food and we had used up almost all of the firewood the night before. I didn’t see that as an option. Before they could argue anymore I raced up the mountain, dropped the packs and raced back down. They were still hiking up but slowly. I grabbed up the boy, the Dad had the little girl, and we slowly but surely made our way up to the top.

We gathered up the packs, tying the two kids packs to mine. We still had about a mile to go but this was all downhill using one of the main ski runs at Smugglers Notch. I looked at the ski lift to the left of us and sure wished it had been operating. It was slow going because of all the snow but they followed behind me as a I did my best to plow a trail for them. As we descended the amount of snow decreased quite a bit due to the lower altitude. That made the last quarter mile or so seem like a walk in the park compared to what I had just been through.

I got them in the car and let them warm up with the heat while I packed their bags in the back. I put mine in and the guy asked what I was doing. I told him I needed a ride to my car which was about 5 miles up the road. He started to argue saying he needed to get his family to town to get something to eat. I started to get my bag out. I guess the woman saw the dejection in my face. She got out of the car and loaded my pack back in and said it was the least they could do. They asked for my address so they could send a thank you note and a Christmas card. I looked for that Christmas card for years. When I used to tell this story I used to say they sent me Christmas cards for years afterwards. That part wasn’t true. It was only what I had wished for.

I know I saved their lives that weekend. I hope they had the chance to pay it forward some day.



I hope they went camping again. I certainly did. I haven’t been back there since 1978. I am trying to figure out if I can get back to French Camp when the colors change this fall. It is one of the most beautiful and tranquil areas I have ever been.
@GravitySucks , you have lived your life WELL. As we would drive on Interstate 87 to / from the Canadian border, I would look out the window. I wondered how people survive in this rugged landscape. Wild beauty was out my window.  We always stopped at Lum’s Family Restaurant, State Route 3, Plattsburgh for a meal.
I read your story three times. Your story is deep. I need time to think it over--why no Christmas Card?  One thing is for sure is that you saved 2 adults and 2 children from dying in that wild beauty in Vermont.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smugglers%27_Notch_Resort

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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #35 on: March 17, 2019, 08:46:47 PM »
When I was 10 and in my prime as 3rd baseman on the Northlake Pirates Little League team, my uncle took me to watch a Cubs vs SF Giants baseball game. Willy McCovey was playing first base for the Giants and Ernie Banks was playing first for the Cubs. Our seats were in the front row of the field boxes right at first base. Towards the end of the game a foul ball was hit sky high and was destined to be caught by me with my freshly oiled glove at the ready. My uncle pushed me out of the way to catch the ball barehanded. The ball slipped through his hands and broke his nose. Served him right. He got blood on my Ron Santo #10 cotton Cubs home jersey that I had bought myself with my paper route money.
Damn, I still to this day hate that I never got to see/hear Santo's reaction to the world series win.

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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #36 on: March 17, 2019, 08:57:05 PM »
@GravitySucks , you have lived your life WELL. As we would drive on Interstate 87 to / from the Canadian border, I would look out the window. I wondered how people survive in this rugged landscape. Wild beauty was out my window.  We always stopped at Lum’s Family Restaurant, State Route 3, Plattsburgh for a meal.
I read your story three times. Your story is deep. I need time to think it over--why no Christmas Card?  One thing is for sure is that you saved 2 adults and 2 children from dying in that wild beauty in Vermont.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smugglers%27_Notch_Resort

I don’t know if they lost my address or just forgot about me by the time Christmas rolled around.

@FISH the next time you go to Plattsburgh I would like to recommend a stop at a historic bar and restaurant in the small downtown area. The Monopole Bar

http://www.monopolebar.com/history.html

I may or may not have been there and may or may not have shared a joint with a rather famous high jumper whose initials are DS (and a shot putter whose initials are AF) right before they got arrested. SUNY Plattsburgh and Plattsburgh AFB were used as the staging/training grounds for the US Olympic Team right before the 1976 Olympics in Montreal. I met Bruce Jenner in the BX. He was there with his wife and a little dog that had a sweater that said “Run Bruce Run” on it.

I spent a lot of time in the Monopole and it is still open. Their single slices of deep dish pizza was something people would like up for.

They asked me to join the US Team Handball team which would have at least gotten me into the Olympics but I had already been selected to try out for the 1977 US Bobsled team and it would have interfered with my training. I ended up making the US team. This is us in St Moritz for the World Championships.
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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #37 on: March 17, 2019, 09:09:18 PM »
I can send you a postcard if it will cheer you up.

Nah big guy. I’m good now. Years of therapy and two ECT sessions and I’m good as new.
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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #38 on: March 17, 2019, 09:19:22 PM »
Damn, I still to this day hate that I never got to see/hear Santo's reaction to the world series win.

Santo, Kessinger, Beckett, Banks... the infielders third to first.

Santo was my absolute idol and hero as a kid. Kenny Hubbs was my first Cubs hero until he died in a plane crash.
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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #39 on: March 18, 2019, 06:54:12 AM »
I don’t know if they lost my address or just forgot about me by the time Christmas rolled around.

@FISH the next time you go to Plattsburgh I would like to recommend a stop at a historic bar and restaurant in the small downtown area. The Monopole Bar

http://www.monopolebar.com/history.html

I may or may not have been there and may or may not have shared a joint with a rather famous high jumper whose initials are DS (and a shot putter whose initials are AF) right before they got arrested. SUNY Plattsburgh and Plattsburgh AFB were used as the staging/training grounds for the US Olympic Team right before the 1976 Olympics in Montreal. I met Bruce Jenner in the BX. He was there with his wife and a little dog that had a sweater that said “Run Bruce Run” on it.

I spent a lot of time in the Monopole and it is still open. Their single slices of deep dish pizza was something people would like up for.

They asked me to join the US Team Handball team which would have at least gotten me into the Olympics but I had already been selected to try out for the 1977 US Bobsled team and it would have interfered with my training. I ended up making the US team. This is us in St Moritz for the World Championships.
@GravitySucks , I can not believe that I meet someone in EllGab who was trying out for the Olympics.  I guess Art Bell's fans came from all walks of life. I have been traveling up and down to Canada for over 30 years. I had a love hate relationship with Plattsburgh.  Traveling to and from Canada, Pattsburgh was our gas /food stop. We were almost there-YEAH. We are on our way home-BOO! The food sucked in Plattsburgh. To this day, jokes are made about the food at Lum’s. I  call it "lungs". Thanks for the info on Monopole.
Regarding the Christmas card. After thinking it over, I believe that your address was lost or destroyed by moisture. These parents were careless people. Only a careless parent would put their children in harm's way.  No way did they forget you. You don't forget the people who saved you from harm.  I think that they kept you in their prayers. Maybe that is why you have survived despite your habit of bobsledding.
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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #40 on: March 18, 2019, 07:59:33 AM »
@GravitySucks , I can not believe that I meet someone in EllGab who was trying out for the Olympics.  I guess Art Bell's fans came from all walks of life. I have been traveling up and down to Canada for over 30 years. I had a love hate relationship with Plattsburgh.  Traveling to and from Canada, Pattsburgh was our gas /food stop. We were almost there-YEAH. We are on our way home-BOO! The food sucked in Plattsburgh. To this day, jokes are made about the food at Lum’s. I  call it "lungs". Thanks for the info on Monopole.
Regarding the Christmas card. After thinking it over, I believe that your address was lost or destroyed by moisture. These parents were careless people. Only a careless parent would put their children in harm's way.  No way did they forget you. You don't forget the people who saved you from harm.  I think that they kept you in their prayers. Maybe that is why you have survived despite your habit of bobsledding.
I come from a family that loves true stories about life. You must have more stories.

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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #41 on: March 18, 2019, 08:16:19 AM »
I saw @Bart Ell at the Pyramid Mall once. There was a Howard Johnson’s right down the Road. I waved and said “Hey dude. Going to head to HoJo’s. Wanna eat some clams man?”  He waved me off. “Just treated my posse to some poutine in the Food Court. We’ll pass.”  I won’t say I was devastated, but it left me a bit down in the dumps.
@GravitySucks -are you kidding me about Bart Ell? The part about poutine sound correct but the rest of it... :-X

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« Reply #42 on: March 18, 2019, 09:16:17 AM »
I saw @Bart Ell at the Pyramid Mall once. There was a Howard Johnson’s right down the Road. I waved and said “Hey dude. Going to head to HoJo’s. Wanna eat some clams man?”  He waved me off. “Just treated my posse to some poutine in the Food Court. We’ll pass.”  I won’t say I was devastated, but it left me a bit down in the dumps.

Was there a food court there?
The only thing I remember was a pizza place across from K-Mart.
I was 7 so I may have overlooked the other fine dining options.


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« Reply #43 on: March 18, 2019, 09:21:37 AM »
Pattsburgh was our gas /food stop

Yup.
We would stop for gas and Mountain Dew because Mountain Dew had not made it to Canada yet.

Give me a mountain and nothing to do,
Give the sunshine, give me a Dew

Stupid commercial possessed my child mind!



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Re: Random memories from a life well lived
« Reply #44 on: March 18, 2019, 09:25:13 AM »
Was there a food court there?
The only thing I remember was a pizza place across from K-Mart.
I was 7 so I may have overlooked the other fine dining options.

Did your handlers ever take you over to Hinky Dinky or whatever that grocery store was in the same parking lot?
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