one ever gets lost in good weather. If we weren't wading
hip-deep in snow during winter months, we were inhaling
mosquitos in the summer. In the Fall and Spring the
marshy ground would swallow up your boot and refuse to
give it back.
we had eighteen search and rescue alarms. A few false alarms
and one harrowing search where we knew we were looking for a
body. Most of them were happy endings, after twenty hours in
the field. I would crawl home and swear I'd never go out on a
Why did I
do it? I was a single parent with two teen age sons. I was in
school getting my degree in social work. The rest of the Oulu
Red Cross First Aid Team were in their twenties. I was the
"mommy" of the group at 46.
is simple. "If I was lost, I would want someone to get up at 3
a.m. to look for me."
At the age
of 50+ nowadays, I don't go out on searches anymore. My sons
do. I just write about them.