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56-year-old female backpacker
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Re: Colorado Proposes Fee for 911 Calls From Pikes Peak Hikers April 10, 2009
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My passion for the outdoors knows no bounds... blame my dad. He died when I was nine. He worked for the US Forest Service and would have worked for free just to be outdoors, but he had to feed me... so he took me along and taught me to love trees... it's in my blood.

Growing up in western Washington State, our community water system consisted of a reservoir high on a hill in the woods behind our home. Every now and then we would turn on the faucet in our home and get dirty water. To my dad it meant that the bears had been playing in the small reservoir and had loosened the pipe that fed water to our neighborhood. To me it meant that I got to hike up the hill with my dad to repair the pipe. On the way my dad would point out wildlife along the way. More fun for me, my dad would pick up leaves and bark along the trail and quiz me as to what type of tree it fell from. I felt 10-feet tall and bullet proof when I got the answer right.

My dad taught me about caring for the outdoors long before “leave no trace” hiking was popular. Whenever we hiked through the national forests of Washington, we were always on the lookout for what he called “idiot tracks.” Idiot tracks consisted of any trash left behind by humans. He taught me to always leave the forest cleaner than I found it. I don’t remember a single backwoods trip that I couldn’t find a few idiot tracks to pick up and take home. It is something that I have passed on to my own children. My dad would be proud to hear his grandchildren, after packing up all the gear at a campsite say, “Okay, now let’s find some idiot tracks to take home with us before we leave.”

The most significant influence on my life died when I was nine years old. He spent my first nine years of life telling me that I was important, valued, smart and precious. I believed him. Those nine years of being truly valued for who I am have carried me through more trials than I care to describe here. Dads, spend time with your daughters. It pays HUGE benefits.

After my dad died our family continued to be active in the outdoors, only less so. We didn’t spend long hours hiking in the woods anymore, but we went camping in our cab-over camper and International pickup truck. We did some hiking on Mt Si near Snoqualmie Falls, Washington. We visited Mt. Rainier, Little Sahara sand dunes in Utah, Yosemite National Park, Redwood National Park, Carlsbad Caverns and many more of America’s breath-taking natural wonders. I never forgot the wonderful memories with my dad and I never got tired of the woods.

I grew up and had children of my own. Being a young mother, money was tight. Camping provided the perfect opportunity for vacations. Not only were they less expensive than extensive travel, but it allowed me to show my children the wonders of nature that I had loved as a child. My family spent many hours in the campgrounds and parks of Mississippi, Louisiana, and (our favorite) the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. My older daughter really caught the outdoors bug. When she was 14 years old she got involved with a co-ed division of the Boy Scouts of America called the Venture Crew. She began backpacking, rock climbing and rappelling at least once a month.

One day my daughter came home and said, “Mom, the Venture Crew has a problem. In order to take girls and boys into the woods, we have to have at least one female and one male chaperone. Our female chaperone has moved to Nevada and Al (the Venture Crew leader) said he doesn’t know of another woman willing to go into the woods without a shower for a few days. I raised my hand and said, ‘my Mom will’. Will you become one of our leaders?” It took me about 1.5 seconds to accept. I was back in the woods!

Some of the things that the Venture Crew taught the kids, I had never done. I had never rock climbed or rappelled. I was an enthusiastic student. My first rappel was over a 90 foot cliff. My daughter was my first belayer. My daughter and I continued hiking and camping with the Venture Crew until she grew up and joined the US Army.

I now write a website to educate and encourage others to learn how to enjoy the outdoors as I have for many years. It consists of bits and pieces that I have picked up through a lifetime spent in the woods. I truly hope that it inspires others to give the outdoors a try. Why did I choose ultralight backpacking? Check out the home page about a particular hiking trip in Arkansas for the answer.


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