As some of us try to eat healthier and exercise more in this New Year, here is a tale for inspiration. Thank you Tim Kinsella for providing it!
As some of you know I am in the process of working to
become a “46er”. To qualify for this
title you have to hike the 46 High Peaks in New York State’s Adirondack
Park. Back in the 1920’s these 46 peaks
were all surveyed at greater than 4000 feet above sea level (it turns out that
4 of them are actually a bit short of that mark but the tradition of hiking all
46 still stands). I have been working
away at this quest for over 8 years.
Many of the peaks require hikes of > 15 miles round trip and all
require climbing over 2000 feet of elevation from your starting point. Many friends and relatives have gone with me
on my various hikes (ask Glenn Herdeg – he keeps volunteering to do the
toughest ones with me!); I expect to become a 46er during next year’s hiking
season.
On September 26 I had planned to hike 3 mountains (#s 40
– 42 – Haystack, Basin, and Saddleback) with a friend (Joe) from work. The plan was to start from the “Garden”
Parking lot in Keane, NY and do all 3 in a 19 mile loop. We knew the parking lot was very small and
often filled up early in the morning so planned to be there by 5:30 AM. We stayed at a cute Inn about 1.5 miles from
the parking lot. As we headed out to our
car early on Saturday morning we passed another car parked on the road with two
people sitting in it. The passenger said
in a heavy French Canadian accent “are you guys going hiking today from the
Garden parking lot? It’s already
full”. We replied that was our plan but
since it was full we would follow our back up plan which was to drive 15 miles
to another parking lot and only do the highest of these 3 mountains, since we
could no longer do the loop to get all 3.
We’d then come back in the spring during a less busy time to pick up the
other two.
As soon as we got this out the passenger said “we’ll give
you $20 bucks to take us to the parking lot and drop us off. We’ve come all the way from Quebec and my
hiking buddy here will be at 45 peaks when he gets these 3. We don’t have a backup plan like you”. We said “sure, we’ll take you” and they
hopped in our car and the 4 of us headed up to the Garden Parking lot. As we dropped them off at the trail head the
one guy tried to pay us $20. I told him
“keep you money, we’re all friends when we hike. This is our pleasure”. They thanked us profusely for going out of
our way and as they got out of the car I said “keep your eye out for us on
Haystack”, the one peak we were both going to do. We all laughed at the thought of how
improbable that would be since we each be taking different trails and we
wouldn’t get on our trail for at least ½ hour due to the back country roads
that we had to navigate.
Joe and I headed to the Adirondack Lodge parking lot and
left for our hike at 6:00 AM. The
weather was beautiful and there were a fair amount of hikers on the trail as it
was such a nice weekend (BTW Glenn – it was perfectly dry!). We hiked for several hours and were nearing
the intersection of the trail from the Garden parking lot that would join our
trail and lead to Haystack Mountain. Joe
was slightly ahead of me and as I came around the corner I heard him talking to
two people with French Canadian accents.
As highly unlikely as it was we had come to this trail junction at the
exact moment our two passengers arrived there.
We were all startled and we quickly introduced ourselves (they were
Francoise and David). David (or
“Da-veed” as he called himself) said “it must be fate”. Francoise quickly added “we were talking
about how kind you were. We decided that
if we saw you we would ask you to hike the other two mountains with us and
we’ll then drive you back to your car”.
We said that would be very kind but instead of driving 1.5 miles out of
their way like we did they would be driving 30 miles round trip out of their
way. Francoise said “I insist” and so it
was decided.
We spent the next 10+ hours of the hike (total hike was
13 hours, 15 minutes), talking, enjoying the views, and exchanging hiking
stories. It was an absolute pleasure and
when we finished the hike we were the best of friends. We exchanged emails and promised to try and
hike again together in the spring (even though Francoise would be getting his
46th peak the following week).
A memorable hike all started with one small act of
kindness.
4 comments:
Tim, What a wonderful story! I love the feeling that you are all friends as you hike these mountains mile after mile. Keep up the great work and hopefully you will make 46 in 2016!
Love,
Tim, that is so true! A kindness always sends its message but how un usual to have it REALLY happen! I do love this story. This whole effort speaks so clearly about what a great guy you are !
Here is another hiking story with a similar sentiment. When Rosemary and I hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon many years ago we each stayed in the Phantom Ranch cabins (one for the men, one for the women) for the night. I quickly realized that the person in the bunk above me was German. In my best(?!) German I introduced myself and started up a short conversation. I quickly realized I had made a major blunder however; i had spoken to him in informal German. German, like French and other languages, has both a formal and informal version. You never use the informal version unless you know the person very well. Since I had just met this person I quickly apologized (now using formal German) and said I was sorry to use the informal version. He immediately shot back, using the informal version, "don't apologize, all hikers are friends and comrades!".
Love this story! Thanks for telling it here.
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