Hello all,
It started so ordinary, just like
any other Sunday with Janice, Effie, Kim, Jacque, Lisa and Marsha joining
together for a hike, joined by our faithful canine companions , Junko and
Sheba. It soon morphed into such an unusual day, a day that brought us
closer together, a day that showed what TOWNie determination can do….
Shortly after we started, about 3/4 of mile after the start, Junko decided to explore and would not come back regardless of the pleas. Worse, we could not hear her. Lisa thought we should go on as Junko would find us or that she would stay and search, but the TOWNie motto is to never leave anyone behind, including our faithful canine companions. We decided to break into groups to look for Junko, the Wonder Dog. I had heard two coyotes yips, but had not told Lisa so I went that way to look for Junko, while the others took separate paths, points of various directions as you never know what a good dog will do on a hunt for a bug or rabbit. .
Kim and Janice went to the creek, Lisa and Jacque went back up hill, and Effie stayed in the same general area in case Junko returned. We all searched and with more alarm and fear we started calling each other on phones, checking for signs. By this time, our shouts to each other could not be heard…..
I bushwhacked and prayed. I found Junko but she was surrounded by 3 coyotes and more rustling in the nearby brush. I cursed and then yelled and finally Junko came to me, tail tucked between the knees. The coyotes were still looking at us and I must admit, I let loose a stream of cursing. The coyotes left and Junko was by my side. Life was good. I took off my shirt and used that as a leash, thus ruining one of my favorite tank tops by cutting hole in it for leash. My $4.89 at Wal-mart shirt ruined.
Junko and I sat and collapsed, both of us panting, and with Junko securely leased to me, we started down hill, knowing we would hit the creek at some point. Here I am walking without shirt, although with sports bra, wielding a knife and thanking God for His help, alternating with some curse words every now and then. I made it to the creek and knew where I was, but surprised a hiker who was startled to find half-naked woman wielding a hunting knife, holding onto a dog with a tank top cleverly and stylishly made into a leash. I had kept yelling “Kim”, but was not able to be heard. After the nice man gave Junko and me water, me drinking after Junko from the same dish, he went ahead to alert the other searchers. Somehow, I lost my water bottle.
Kim knows the trails well and we met and celebrated the return of Junko. Sheba, the Diva, was also put on leash then. It must be remembered that this is pup season and the coyotes who live here too are in the need of food. One coyote is not too scary, but a pack can and will kill.
We went 5 miles, but due to my lost water bottle and others running out of water, we had to share. There is no hardship when you share with friends. This was a five mile hike filled with adventure, but one that also showed what TOWNies are…. friends who are loyal and true. Each TOWNie searched and each TOWNie went the extra mile to look for our friend. Is there nothing better?
Until next time….
Happy Trails, Marsha