My cousins, the Larkins, had a cabin a little ways up a dirt
road from our cabin. One evening I was up playing with Janie Larkin while my
dad and other family members were down at our end of the property working on
projects and getting ready to go for a horseback ride.
As it got later in the evening the Larkins were ready to go.
On their way home they drove me down the road to our cabin, where I hopped out
of the car, and then they continued on their way.
But when I looked around I couldn’t find anyone! I went to
the barn and I could tell that Dad and the others had gone on the horses. My seven years of life hadn’t prepared me to
be alone in the mountains and I was scared to death! I took off running down
the road screaming and bawling like a wild child. I thought maybe my dad had gone to George
Handy’s, his friend who had a cabin not too far away. When I got to his
property I charged down his dirt road howling hysterically for my Dad.
Lucky for my sake, Dad was there. He immediately got off his
horse and hugged me while I cried and cried. Once I settled down he got back on
his horse and put me in front of him, straddling the saddle’s biscuit. Then he proceeded to tell me that the first
law of the wilderness is don’t panic.
We rode all the way home with him saying, “What is the first law of the wilderness?” and me replying back, between deep, shaky,
post-hysteria breaths, “Don’t panic.” This exchange happened at least ten times
as I sat on the back of a horse in the safety of my dad’s arms.
I learned my lesson well and it has served me ever since.
There have been many times (for example a major earthquake, losing my
six-year-old at a water park, our Christmas tree falling over a few hours
before a party, and a mountain bike accident that put my husband in the
hospital for seven days) when most people around me were freaking out while I
was calm and collected. I was prepared to do what needed to be done with a
clear mind. I instinctively knew that adding more frenzy to an already
tumultuous situation wouldn’t help anyone.
I attribute the quality I possess of composure amidst
turbulence directly to this experience with my dad. I am so fortunate to have
been schooled in the laws of the wilderness, on the back of a horse, by Jack
Shaw.
It just doesn’t get better than that!
3 comments:
Thanks for sharing Anita! I enjoy reading your blog.
Good old Grandpa Charlie
I love your stories, Anita!
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