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Saturday, July 17, 2010
How about a break from plants with a blast from the past? I've been working on an all-new media program about my adventures on the North Country Trail. It has to be done by August 2, so I need to get crackin'!
This is my friend Mathilda. She hiked a total of about 375 miles with me, early in my adventures, till she married Vint. The two of them headed off on their own adventures, which included recording 3 CD's of original music (Mathilda plays violin, Vint plays guitar and sings), and a tour of Europe, playing for spare change.
I needed to call her today to be sure it is all right to use one of their songs, called "Summertime's Easy," in my program.
Now, they have settled into a more normal lifestyle. Mathilda works in a developmental daycare program, and Vint has two more years of medical school. And... imagine my surprise to learn that they have a baby of their own! That was not in their original plans... but life sure doesn't always follow our plans, does it? They are thrilled, and Mathilda is now busy full-time, with little Fiona.
They live in New Mexico, so it's not likely I'll get to see them anytime soon.
Included here is an excerpt from my book, North Country Cache, which includes Mathilda:
"Mathilda is trying to train herself to use her vision, to bother to look at things she can see, rather than to just feel or listen for the input she needs. My weakest sense is auditory. Interestingly enough, I have recently been trying to make myself listen better, to close my eyes and use my ears. Mathilda works at learning some trees by their winter shape, and I am amazed at how early she can detect vehicles approaching us from behind, and can accurately judge their distance from us.
Mathilda names her borrowed down sleeping bag "Genie." Releasing it from the compression of its stuff sack, to puffy normalcy, is like letting one of the djinn out of its bottle!"
From chapter 20, "Set Your Compass for Adventure."
It appears that about a dozen people are going to be able to come to my final hike celebration. I just might start getting excited soon. Maybe I'll introduce you to some of these other fellow hikers from the years over the next couple of weeks. Does this interest you?
I'll just close with a funny picture of Mathilda and me. We may not have had a table, but we had a handy board, so... it worked!