March 27th, 1993
Yesterday, after a five hour drive, Greg Templer, Bill Nachand, Damon Yauney, Troy Klaus and myself hiked a long way past our intended destination and finally stopped here at Camp Tacoma on the Rogue River. The trail was poorly marked so we couldn't find Floral Dell, where we wanted to go. Its beautiful here. My new sleeping bag [REI] is a dream! I actually slept in my skivs and stayed warm.
God is definitely teaching me something here. I struggle in my relationship with Troy- I find him incredibly annoying. We discouraged him from coming along, to be honest, I can't believe he's made it this far. As annoying as he is though, he didn't complain once that I heard inspite of his physical shape and the length of the trail (est. 6-7 mi.) I admire his resolve. I just hope he makes it back okay. That may take a miracle. Remind me not to bring a BB gun in the future. It is disruptive and a source of trouble. Any fun from shooting it is far outweighed by the anger/pain/worry of who has been/will be shot.
[I should point out here that when I knew him, Troy had a heart of gold, but the shape of a basket ball. He had to weigh over 400 pounds, largely due to a medical condition his parents refused to do anything about. They didn't deserve a son as pure hearted as him.]
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March 28th, 1993
Well, the hike out was much quicker than we anticipated. So was the drive. We were home by 3:45[PM]. The spot on the river where we stopped on the way has been dubbed Ireland by Damon and Greg. It seems fitting what with all the moss covered rocks and the laughing river and all. Everyone had sore feet on the way out, luckily Dr. Bill brought moleskin.
['Dr. Bill' was actually a Navy Reserve medic. And upon arrival back at our slum on Miami Lane in Eugene, Troy became the catalyst of what was later referred to as "Lake Troy" when he blocked the toilet so badly that it overflowed into the hallway, kichen and front porch.]
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
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