Marchers and Interested Parties,
Day 3 was a good day, but the end of Iron Cody. Cody had been with us since Day 1, and had suffered with blisters, and chewed up feet. I had bought him some tennis shoes at Wal-Mart, and he stated they brought some relief, but we never heard him complain. We did see him roll on the cool dirt road to get some relief form the heat, and he did learn Thomas' name, so he could tell him to keep off his feet, but that was all there was to the stoic Cody.
If it had not been for the stop at Lake Stubble Field, and the opportunity to look in a mirror, we might not have known he was dealing with some skin irritations. He took the opportunity to look in the mirror, and saw many red puss filled pockets. The debate once it was brought to the attention of the Marchers, was whether it was a heat rash or acne. Acne seemed to be the consensus of the Marchers, but Ryan had left to make a run to the store, and his medical knowledge was not near to hand. Capt. Jack, took a look, and came back form the bathroom looking saddened by the sight of Cody's back and chest.
With a sadness, the decision was made to leave Cody for Ryan to appraise, and the four remaining Marchers left Lake Stubble Field headed for Kelly's Pond. By this time Thomas and Justin were crotch deep into the hike, and were beginning to see why all the fuss about feet and rashes were such an issue for those of us still on the March. The Lads had worn man-made fibers, as the web site had recommended, but they were gym shorts, and were causing some discomfort on this new playing field.
The terrain had changed a bit, but the vegetation now was thicker. While the Forrest service had burned off some under brush at the beginning of the hike, this new section had a chest deep feel to it. Our staffs were put to good use, as we pushed through the briers and brambles of the trail. Spider webs were a bit higher and made a tasty treat as we hit it with our mouths. My bush hat, boonie hat, had a nice long brim which, when the head was bowed, kept the webs from my mouth. Jack wore no hat and used his hands, while the Lads wore caps, which helped.
The walking was easier now for me. I was growing accustom to the endurance level needed, and was feeling a bit rakish again. The thing that bothered me was the pills Ryan had given me again that morning seemed to make me want to void, make water, etc.. I had to go every 45 minutes, and then shuffle back to the group. The Lads seemed worried about me, so I tried to smile and wave as they continued along the trail, making my deposit in a hurry near a tree- no use in letting all that fluid go to waste.
By the time we were closing in on our destination point, Jack was beginning to suffer form cramps. I had not idea how bad they were, but later I learned his hands were locking up. He was carrying the extra weight, and had not shown any weakness while on the March. He still did not, but when it came time to be picked up along the March, I saw he was having a bit of trouble. We had made good time, and the pick up point was deserted. We still had water, but it had been a long day and were ready to go to camp. Jack suggested we take a look down the road at an alternate pick up point, and I was feeling well enough to make the effort. The Lads were over by the end of the day's trail, looking tired, but later, they were swinging the guidon on at each other, whether in desperation or fun, I am not sure.
As I was headed up a hill, I kept hearing Marine cadences in my head, and began to Recon shuffle, as we Marines call it, Ranger shuffle, as the Army calls it. It felt good to be alive and doing something for Addison, not directly, but indirectly, thinking I was showing him a male sort of love- can't cure you, can't but it away, must do something sort of thing. This is when my sister showed up with her family and my Mom. They drove to Jack first, and then he sent them to me. I did not want to drive, the cadence was strong in my head, so I shuffled back to the pick up area, getting there a few moments after Jerry arrived. We took a few pictures, and eat the grapes and celery Cathey handed us, and headed to Kelly's Pond, and our last night in the woods.
Val Marshall's friends had made much of the food we had been eating in the evenings. This night we feasted on chicken gumbo. I could not eat much, but what I did eat was excellent. The camp was very nice, except when bathing myself by the out house I flashed the Lads. It was a back flash, not a full frontal; I apologize to the mothers of those I said I would take care of. I kept having visitors come near me while bathing, and I could not get my clothes on fast enough.
I have failed to mention that we picked up a dog on our first day's hike. The kids were very nice to the dog we called Marshall. Even Jack made sure the dog had water as we traveled together. That next day, Cathey and others went back over the roads we had traveled to try and find the dogs old home. The man at one house said the dog was stray, but had been staying there. It was a very nice dog and of good breeding. At Kelly's Pond we met another stray. He became Schindler, as whenever Justin came near him, he became excited and happy. I think Justin was flattered by the attention, but also embarrassed by the dog's devotion. We few, we happy few, kept picking up dogs, or they us.
The stars were heavy and near as we looked at the night's sky, but it was the lack of wind that kept us from a deep sleep at Kelly's Pond. That, and the sound of one of the walkie-talkies which gives off a beeping signal when the battery is getting low; it was low for over two hours giving off a beep-beep noise, and no one ventured forth to shut it off. Suffering was in beeping silence.
Our last day on the March, and Adam re-joined us, now that his bites and allergic reactions had taken a course for the better. He was no longer suffering, and was ready to hit the trail. Water was taken care of, breakfast was ingested, and the camp was being broke down in the warm, wet dew of morning.
The trail was a nice easy one, through the woods, staying off of hard packed roads. We had a took a break near a roadway, only to have Captain Jack walk out to the road and inform us the break point was across the road, and the good folks were waiting on us, no need to sup on MRE's.
It was at this point, I should have broke out my compass, form my back pack. I was feeling well, but kept moving in the wrong direction, and wanting others to follow. It was a good thing Jack had his GPS, or I might have taken him with me. The Lads, just nodded their heads when I recommended they come my way, and then moved off in a different direction, following Jack. By the mid day sun, I was ready to head south and not north, as we had traveled off on a different trail for a few extra miles. This was not heart braking, but the three Lads looked a little depressed, as they found out we had miles to go before we rested.
Disorientated, we had toruble making comm with our walkie-talkies and had to rely on phone with little or no reception, depending on the phone service used. We had to contact people in Tomball or Richmond, to make contact with those just a few miles away from us in the woods. It took longer then I had suspected, but with a small stretch of the legs on a dirt road, we found Ryan waiting for us, and the welcome relief he was, took us to the rest stop.
After the break, we took off, ready to face the world, with our Guidon held high. Jack kept it for this part of the March, and it was the first thing to cross the finish line, just ahead of Jack. That guidon had been held by everyone on the March, going the distance while others could not.
We saw the end point of the March with welcome relief, and a picture of a limping Addison coming to meet us at the trail head. He may have looked a bit bewildered by the sight of five happy hikers, but his eyes lit up as he recognized his two great friends. His Dad, Jack, was first on the scene, and the first one to Addison, He grabbed Addison and gave him a good healthy kiss, one that showed evidence of his great love for his son. Captain Jack had made it, and brought his gift of completion of the trek to his son. Addison, on the other hand, was embarrassed, not by his father's display of love, but by his inability not to be on the trip himself. He is a pridful young man, and does not want others to make a trip for him, but he wants to make it himself, perhaps unaware that is he was well and fit, the trip would no have been made.
I took my place for pictures with the other finishers, not really understanding what Addison was feeling, nor what I was feeling. I had thought I was doing this for Addison, but I was doing it for me. I was doing it to show my support, and love, in the only way I knew how. He will understnad it later, but no man worth his salt, can sit while others do something for him; he wants to be apart, to be a doer, not a sitter. He wants to do for others. This is what men do. You can sit and talk for hours, give sympathy to others, but in the end how do you reflect the feelings you have for one another? You can sit and talk with a friend while the crops rot in the fields, him injured in a bad fall, telling him how sorry you are for his loss, or you can get off your butt, and go harvest the crops- win or lose you are doing something.
Stay the course, Addison, for we are with you. We are Marching With Marshall.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The March: Day 1 and 2
Marchers and Interested parties,
The first day started late, but the Marchers were in good form, as we hit the trail with our Scouts and others. Breakfast was MRE's and Jerry had the forethought to teach the youths how to use their stoves in a box. MRE's have changed much since I had the pleasure of supping on them. Candies, scones, and cookies made me feel like I was in gourmet company, all I needed was tea; no tea, but coco, fruit punch, and a strawberry dairy shake hit the spot nicely, as the boys took the time to enjoy the military ambrosia set before them.
Captain Jack took the lead, and agreed to stay there at my request, as he had the knowledge, experience and satellite location finder in hand. The pace was brisk, and I felt the year move backwards, giving the commands, "jog it up", and "move up the column". The humor of the comments wore thin as we made good time through the woods. The trail wore thin, as we took a different trail, and found ourselves on a power line or pipe line easement, allowing us to take a break and adjust our packs. As we neared a dirt road, we saw three different trailer homes out in the middle of nowhere. We were having trouble with the sat. device, and jack took it upon himself to ask directions. I thought I heard banjos as jack came back with the news that there were only two kids, under the age of nine, and the adult would not come to the door to speak with Jack. An immediate decision was made to walk the dirt road to another dirt road, and gain insight from the sat. device where we were.
From there we found our bearings, and headed out on a known road, making good time, and feeling better about our location, as we headed away from the trailer homes and the banjos music playing in our heads. Jerry made sure we had a couple of breaks before the ten mile mark, and they were a welcome relief to see familiar faces. Feet were starting to hurt, and water resupply was a needed commodity as we took the breaks.
Walking staffs were good tools, as we used them to ward off burrs, "got you" veins, and probe for snakes. The Captain, told the troops about the need for leaving the spiders alone, and why they should not go under cut or blown down trees, sitting on their base end; we either went over or around, but as the miles wore on the end of the column began to go under them, being too tired and less careful about falling trees.
The trail was easy, as we were on dirt and black top roads for much of the time, giving the younger Marchers more issues with their feet. The complaints were few, but the look on their faces showed a small amount of suffering, which was telling to an old hand like me. Some marchers had school back packs, and the pressure on their shoulders were becoming an issue. I took one of the packs for a youngster for a few miles, and let him have it back later, but he was in pain. New boots, all pretty and clean, become a nuisance to some; they looked good, but caused more issues as the day wore on.
We made our first camp at Big Woods Hunter Camp, ready for chow and a break. I had not smelled this bad in a long time, and the first item of business was to clean my pits, and other sweaty areas. Once that was done, I was ready to enjoy the evening meal. Tents were put up, feet were cared for, and water was ingested. We had already lost one Marcher to feet and back issues, and others were questioning whether they wanted to continue tomorrow's March. Two Marchers, Scouts, were headed home the next day, and the third Marcher with the pain issues would go home at the end of the second day.
Jerry set up Taj Mah Hooch, and I had a better night's sleep in his large tent on a heavy duty cot. The morning came, with a call of nature, and many answered it with a shovel and baby wipes, parading towards the woods which surrounded us. Poison Ivy was a close neighbor in the woods, but no one came down with it in an uncomfortable area. My wife Peggy and son, Patrick returned form their hotel room, tired but refreshed. Alan and Kevin made breakfast, which hit the spot with eggs, potatoes, and tortillas. My sister, Cathey came with her young family, and the two girls decided to make the second day March, after Jerry orientated them to Camelbacs and MRE's. Coach Lionberger, made it back with his wife Stacey, and about 80 pounds of ice, which was much appreciated by all.
We hit the road on the second day with Cathey taking pictures, and less time on the dirt roads, which meant less fatigue in the feet department. Ryan LeNorman, had joined us the night before, and took all of his pack on the trek with him. The rest of us, except for Jack, had shed the packs, and were just using the Camelbacs for a carry all. I took my 782 gear- Jerry informed me in Army Language, it was called LBG( load bearing gear), I informed him in Marine lingo it is called "Deuce gear"- and was able to put in all my emergency gear, knife and pistol on my belt or in my military fanny pack.
It was a good thing, as we ran into a staggering feral hog, weaving on and off the road. Captain Jack, bide us stay put and went out to scare the hog off. I do not think the hog was in a good state of mind, I have seen the same effects on humans who have had too much to drink. I reached around and found a comfortable grip on my "decision maker", ready to help Jack, should the hog charged him in his rabid state. Jack's magic worked, and the hog staggered off in another direction to scare some other hiker out for a jont.
The trail was easy going, and the breaks were well established by Jerry and Jack, as we made good time that day. I again took a young man's pack, but felt an old feeling of fatigue hit me, a few miles before the end of the trail. I am not sure how far we traveled that day, but hearing we had reached our destination with about 19 miles under my belt, I was ready to take a good long break.
We were trucked the rest of the way to Huntsville State Park, and were met by the nicest people from Walker County Sheriff's Department, who took our aliments and applied cream, band aids, and tape to our March veterans. They also feed us, and then held a prayer service, handled by Kent Lucas, which was moving and well received by all hands.
I washed my clothes while I showered, and hung them out to dry. Ryan, heard my issues of sluggishness and handed me some electrolyte pills they give football players. It was just the ticket, as the next day I was in good form, ready to go again. Some of the Marchers headed to the lake in the park to swim and rinse off. They came back refreshed and comfortable, except for the feet issues. A nice young lady from MD Anderson came out an interviewed many of the Marchers in the park. It was a pretty evening, except for the serenading of the frogs out on the lake. The noise rose and fell within each minute, and kept some of us from sleeping, along with the lack of air from the wooded canopy surrounding us.
Ryan left us that night only to return the next morning with new supplies, and a knee the size of a large cantaloupe. He never complained about the March, but his knee kept him form joining us on Day 3 and 4. It was a good thing though, as he knew the area, and when we were a bit disorientated, he knew where to find us. The sight of his pick up truck was a welcome one on those last two days.
Addison's good friends made it out on this day, Thomas Rapper, and Justin Schindler , having been at camp in Arkansas the past week. It was good to see some of my old football players, they are fine young men, with good hearts; true friends to Addison. They had been told by me, that there was a possibilty of fishing on this trip, but most of our strength was spent on hiking, not the enjoyments of nature. The fishermen soon left their poles in the truck to enjoy the hike.
Anti- Monkey Butt Powder, and Boudreaux's Butt Paste were two good items to have, as we made a run to Wal-Mart to gain these needed supplies. These items became community property at each rest stop to apply liberally to areas under stress. The hand off was made between Marchers, and the recieptent soon made a retreat to a secluded area to make his withdrawal and application of these magic potions. Maybe they can sponsor us the next time we go, Marching with Marshall.
Coming up: Day 3 and 4.
The first day started late, but the Marchers were in good form, as we hit the trail with our Scouts and others. Breakfast was MRE's and Jerry had the forethought to teach the youths how to use their stoves in a box. MRE's have changed much since I had the pleasure of supping on them. Candies, scones, and cookies made me feel like I was in gourmet company, all I needed was tea; no tea, but coco, fruit punch, and a strawberry dairy shake hit the spot nicely, as the boys took the time to enjoy the military ambrosia set before them.
Captain Jack took the lead, and agreed to stay there at my request, as he had the knowledge, experience and satellite location finder in hand. The pace was brisk, and I felt the year move backwards, giving the commands, "jog it up", and "move up the column". The humor of the comments wore thin as we made good time through the woods. The trail wore thin, as we took a different trail, and found ourselves on a power line or pipe line easement, allowing us to take a break and adjust our packs. As we neared a dirt road, we saw three different trailer homes out in the middle of nowhere. We were having trouble with the sat. device, and jack took it upon himself to ask directions. I thought I heard banjos as jack came back with the news that there were only two kids, under the age of nine, and the adult would not come to the door to speak with Jack. An immediate decision was made to walk the dirt road to another dirt road, and gain insight from the sat. device where we were.
From there we found our bearings, and headed out on a known road, making good time, and feeling better about our location, as we headed away from the trailer homes and the banjos music playing in our heads. Jerry made sure we had a couple of breaks before the ten mile mark, and they were a welcome relief to see familiar faces. Feet were starting to hurt, and water resupply was a needed commodity as we took the breaks.
Walking staffs were good tools, as we used them to ward off burrs, "got you" veins, and probe for snakes. The Captain, told the troops about the need for leaving the spiders alone, and why they should not go under cut or blown down trees, sitting on their base end; we either went over or around, but as the miles wore on the end of the column began to go under them, being too tired and less careful about falling trees.
The trail was easy, as we were on dirt and black top roads for much of the time, giving the younger Marchers more issues with their feet. The complaints were few, but the look on their faces showed a small amount of suffering, which was telling to an old hand like me. Some marchers had school back packs, and the pressure on their shoulders were becoming an issue. I took one of the packs for a youngster for a few miles, and let him have it back later, but he was in pain. New boots, all pretty and clean, become a nuisance to some; they looked good, but caused more issues as the day wore on.
We made our first camp at Big Woods Hunter Camp, ready for chow and a break. I had not smelled this bad in a long time, and the first item of business was to clean my pits, and other sweaty areas. Once that was done, I was ready to enjoy the evening meal. Tents were put up, feet were cared for, and water was ingested. We had already lost one Marcher to feet and back issues, and others were questioning whether they wanted to continue tomorrow's March. Two Marchers, Scouts, were headed home the next day, and the third Marcher with the pain issues would go home at the end of the second day.
Jerry set up Taj Mah Hooch, and I had a better night's sleep in his large tent on a heavy duty cot. The morning came, with a call of nature, and many answered it with a shovel and baby wipes, parading towards the woods which surrounded us. Poison Ivy was a close neighbor in the woods, but no one came down with it in an uncomfortable area. My wife Peggy and son, Patrick returned form their hotel room, tired but refreshed. Alan and Kevin made breakfast, which hit the spot with eggs, potatoes, and tortillas. My sister, Cathey came with her young family, and the two girls decided to make the second day March, after Jerry orientated them to Camelbacs and MRE's. Coach Lionberger, made it back with his wife Stacey, and about 80 pounds of ice, which was much appreciated by all.
We hit the road on the second day with Cathey taking pictures, and less time on the dirt roads, which meant less fatigue in the feet department. Ryan LeNorman, had joined us the night before, and took all of his pack on the trek with him. The rest of us, except for Jack, had shed the packs, and were just using the Camelbacs for a carry all. I took my 782 gear- Jerry informed me in Army Language, it was called LBG( load bearing gear), I informed him in Marine lingo it is called "Deuce gear"- and was able to put in all my emergency gear, knife and pistol on my belt or in my military fanny pack.
It was a good thing, as we ran into a staggering feral hog, weaving on and off the road. Captain Jack, bide us stay put and went out to scare the hog off. I do not think the hog was in a good state of mind, I have seen the same effects on humans who have had too much to drink. I reached around and found a comfortable grip on my "decision maker", ready to help Jack, should the hog charged him in his rabid state. Jack's magic worked, and the hog staggered off in another direction to scare some other hiker out for a jont.
The trail was easy going, and the breaks were well established by Jerry and Jack, as we made good time that day. I again took a young man's pack, but felt an old feeling of fatigue hit me, a few miles before the end of the trail. I am not sure how far we traveled that day, but hearing we had reached our destination with about 19 miles under my belt, I was ready to take a good long break.
We were trucked the rest of the way to Huntsville State Park, and were met by the nicest people from Walker County Sheriff's Department, who took our aliments and applied cream, band aids, and tape to our March veterans. They also feed us, and then held a prayer service, handled by Kent Lucas, which was moving and well received by all hands.
I washed my clothes while I showered, and hung them out to dry. Ryan, heard my issues of sluggishness and handed me some electrolyte pills they give football players. It was just the ticket, as the next day I was in good form, ready to go again. Some of the Marchers headed to the lake in the park to swim and rinse off. They came back refreshed and comfortable, except for the feet issues. A nice young lady from MD Anderson came out an interviewed many of the Marchers in the park. It was a pretty evening, except for the serenading of the frogs out on the lake. The noise rose and fell within each minute, and kept some of us from sleeping, along with the lack of air from the wooded canopy surrounding us.
Ryan left us that night only to return the next morning with new supplies, and a knee the size of a large cantaloupe. He never complained about the March, but his knee kept him form joining us on Day 3 and 4. It was a good thing though, as he knew the area, and when we were a bit disorientated, he knew where to find us. The sight of his pick up truck was a welcome one on those last two days.
Addison's good friends made it out on this day, Thomas Rapper, and Justin Schindler , having been at camp in Arkansas the past week. It was good to see some of my old football players, they are fine young men, with good hearts; true friends to Addison. They had been told by me, that there was a possibilty of fishing on this trip, but most of our strength was spent on hiking, not the enjoyments of nature. The fishermen soon left their poles in the truck to enjoy the hike.
Anti- Monkey Butt Powder, and Boudreaux's Butt Paste were two good items to have, as we made a run to Wal-Mart to gain these needed supplies. These items became community property at each rest stop to apply liberally to areas under stress. The hand off was made between Marchers, and the recieptent soon made a retreat to a secluded area to make his withdrawal and application of these magic potions. Maybe they can sponsor us the next time we go, Marching with Marshall.
Coming up: Day 3 and 4.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Troop 941 Oorah!
Marchers,
A great thanks goes out to Alan McGaffin and his fine son, Adam. Alan took a truck load of Boy Scouts, the Troop trailer, and loads of equipment to help support the March. He was in great company, while his only complaint was, he was not marching. He wanted to March more then most, and perhaps should have, but we need him to help support the March. He sent us, the Marchers, off with a hearty propane cooked breakfast the second day, and made us feel comfortable at each break stop. He never stopped helping and supporting.
Alan, the troop leader of Troop 941, brought along some very nice young men, and a a couple of fathers who helped make a difference. Kevin Nguyen and Greg Sanzo, came along as supporters, and made sure, along with Alan, their Boys were taken care of. Their sons, Calvin and Tyler, walked on the first day, with Tyler finishing that day's March. Calvin went home the second day of the March, but Tyler stayed the entire time helping set up camp, refilling water containers, and handing out the chow at the stops.
A young man by the name of Cody, walked the two and a half days, with blistered feet, only ending his march, when the sight of his back and chest, red and swollen with heat bumps, forced him to stop. He did not want to, but I felt he needed to take a break. He never complained, and had a interesting sense of humor.
Alan's son, Adam, who, with numerous chigger bites and other issues , sat out Day 3, but rejoined the March to finish up Day 4, and end the March with the view of Addison at the finish line, was a stalwart companion. If it had not been for the bug issues, and his reaction, we would have had him for the entire four days. His Dad should be very proud of the young man they have raised.
A big thank you goes out to Boy Scout Troop 941 and their leader, Alan McGaffin. Also, thank you to the Fathers who helped us make this March a success.
A great thanks goes out to Alan McGaffin and his fine son, Adam. Alan took a truck load of Boy Scouts, the Troop trailer, and loads of equipment to help support the March. He was in great company, while his only complaint was, he was not marching. He wanted to March more then most, and perhaps should have, but we need him to help support the March. He sent us, the Marchers, off with a hearty propane cooked breakfast the second day, and made us feel comfortable at each break stop. He never stopped helping and supporting.
Alan, the troop leader of Troop 941, brought along some very nice young men, and a a couple of fathers who helped make a difference. Kevin Nguyen and Greg Sanzo, came along as supporters, and made sure, along with Alan, their Boys were taken care of. Their sons, Calvin and Tyler, walked on the first day, with Tyler finishing that day's March. Calvin went home the second day of the March, but Tyler stayed the entire time helping set up camp, refilling water containers, and handing out the chow at the stops.
A young man by the name of Cody, walked the two and a half days, with blistered feet, only ending his march, when the sight of his back and chest, red and swollen with heat bumps, forced him to stop. He did not want to, but I felt he needed to take a break. He never complained, and had a interesting sense of humor.
Alan's son, Adam, who, with numerous chigger bites and other issues , sat out Day 3, but rejoined the March to finish up Day 4, and end the March with the view of Addison at the finish line, was a stalwart companion. If it had not been for the bug issues, and his reaction, we would have had him for the entire four days. His Dad should be very proud of the young man they have raised.
A big thank you goes out to Boy Scout Troop 941 and their leader, Alan McGaffin. Also, thank you to the Fathers who helped us make this March a success.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Can Someone Please find the ...ah..er... butt paste?
Instead of letting the interviewer know why we Marchered, and what we were trying to do, I laid the ointment on thick with the mention of Boudreaux's Butt Paste.
Jack did an excellent job presenting Addison update and the situation. And, had Jerry been miked, we would have righted my wrong; the third mike was to go to Mrs. Marshall, and should have, but I took it, and did not get to give credit to Jack for all his work on mapping, adjusting, and GPSing the course, while fixing a flat in the woods, and driving on a small bent doughnut spare back home to Fulshear.
Jerry's role was placed in the blog earlier, but credit was due to him because of his hard work and can-do attitude.
There was no second question put to me about what Addison means to me, so to clear up the matter, I will ask myself: I would be honored by his character, for him to be my son. I would be humbled by the strength he has shown through this ordeal. Most of all, I am blessed to have known him, and shared a friendship. That is what he means to me.
So, this next March, whenever that is, Addison will be first to the gate, and out of the chute to add his name to those who Marched with Marshall. That is the type of man he is.
Picture Pages
Marchers,
It is Picture Time...
Take a walk with us and enjoy the wooded view.
It is Picture Time...
Take a walk with us and enjoy the wooded view.
Below is a link that will bring you to a series of fabulous photos that will help you reminisce and savor every ache, pain, blister and moment of our four day walk.
Special thanks again to our unofficial, officially wonderful photographer and super sister, Cathey Morrison.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Superman or just Super Trooper: Krogel
Marchers,
Mrs. Marshall wrote a great blog about her husband, Jack Marshall. I think his value was well mentioned and his talents. I will leave that as his great tribute, and not try and match pens with the fine quality of writing, Mrs. Marshall displays, not to mention the love that shines through her words.
But, I will lay fingers on the keys to mention a friend of mine, who took over the role of XO, and brought intelligence and order to our March. Jerry Krogel is one of the finest products the Army has ever produced, outside of West Point. He is really is West Point material, but the Army made him the youngest helio pilot they have ever had at 17 years of age.
He advised me to walk the whole course, but as I did not have time, I relied on the coordinates taken by someone else, and the maps from the forest service and one by Karen Somers of the Lone Star Hiking Trail. While these were good, they were not eyes on the target, and the lack recon lead to some stressed episodes while on the trial. Jerry never waviered, he took in his role, and tried to work with Jack to make sure the course was set and he could get to us in an emergency. He came prepared to help, and lead, if necessary.
After our first night in open air sleeping, Jerry put up his Taj Mah Hooch tent to give me a better sleeping arrangement, and get my back off the ground. He put almost 500 miles on his Suburban and always had a map or GPS in hand. He made sure the Support Staff was working, putting the camp together and, when a break was mandated, he had the crew there with chairs, and snacks to keep us going.
He regaled us with tales of the Army, humorous quotes, things he had learned. He knows quite a bit about everything, and is a willing learner by listening to others. Thank you Jerry for all your hard work, and joyful attitude while we took your time away form the family, and keep your sweating through the night in the Taj Mah Hooch. PS. I know I have misspelled some words in this blog Jerry, but the message is heartfelt.
Next time you can hit the trail and I can work on support, not as well as you, but with a lot better understanding of my job, thanks to you.
Mrs. Marshall wrote a great blog about her husband, Jack Marshall. I think his value was well mentioned and his talents. I will leave that as his great tribute, and not try and match pens with the fine quality of writing, Mrs. Marshall displays, not to mention the love that shines through her words.
But, I will lay fingers on the keys to mention a friend of mine, who took over the role of XO, and brought intelligence and order to our March. Jerry Krogel is one of the finest products the Army has ever produced, outside of West Point. He is really is West Point material, but the Army made him the youngest helio pilot they have ever had at 17 years of age.
He advised me to walk the whole course, but as I did not have time, I relied on the coordinates taken by someone else, and the maps from the forest service and one by Karen Somers of the Lone Star Hiking Trail. While these were good, they were not eyes on the target, and the lack recon lead to some stressed episodes while on the trial. Jerry never waviered, he took in his role, and tried to work with Jack to make sure the course was set and he could get to us in an emergency. He came prepared to help, and lead, if necessary.
After our first night in open air sleeping, Jerry put up his Taj Mah Hooch tent to give me a better sleeping arrangement, and get my back off the ground. He put almost 500 miles on his Suburban and always had a map or GPS in hand. He made sure the Support Staff was working, putting the camp together and, when a break was mandated, he had the crew there with chairs, and snacks to keep us going.
He regaled us with tales of the Army, humorous quotes, things he had learned. He knows quite a bit about everything, and is a willing learner by listening to others. Thank you Jerry for all your hard work, and joyful attitude while we took your time away form the family, and keep your sweating through the night in the Taj Mah Hooch. PS. I know I have misspelled some words in this blog Jerry, but the message is heartfelt.
Next time you can hit the trail and I can work on support, not as well as you, but with a lot better understanding of my job, thanks to you.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
A Gathering of the McStravick Clan: A Special thank you
Marchers,
There are too many people to thank for their support but I would like to try and do so, one day at a time.
Today, it is my family. My wife, Peggy, made two days of the walk and helped keep everyone going. My son Patrick, worked two of the first days, and did a fine job moving and shuttling between areas. My nephew, Robert, made forty miles of the walk on the first two days and never complained, even as his feet began to like like ground beef. But he did not quit, we just needed him to drive for the last two days, and again, he did not complain, he just jumped in the truck, smiled and took the trailer wherever Jerry told him too.
By Day Two, my sister Cathey, just up for a visit, began to hand out grapes, drinks, and became the picture taker of merit. She allowed her two daughters to go on the trek Sunday, and they made the whole distance, walking and talking. Molly never left Katie's side, as they want side by side through the forest. Cathey shows up on the Day Three with my Mother, who stays long enough to watch the day turn dark, and get bitten by a bee trying to take in our dinner. Cathey had not forgotten our needs and brought grapes, ice, and celery to our whole crew, leaving Jerry with directions for us to eat it all. Her energy was contagious and fun filled.
Day Four brought out my older brother, Peter, who brought, ice, kolaches and much needed coffee. He stayed half a day, but left me in great spirits with his presence and help.
Keep in mind, I did not ask them to help, they offered or just showed up. For their love and help, I am forever grateful.
There are too many people to thank for their support but I would like to try and do so, one day at a time.
Today, it is my family. My wife, Peggy, made two days of the walk and helped keep everyone going. My son Patrick, worked two of the first days, and did a fine job moving and shuttling between areas. My nephew, Robert, made forty miles of the walk on the first two days and never complained, even as his feet began to like like ground beef. But he did not quit, we just needed him to drive for the last two days, and again, he did not complain, he just jumped in the truck, smiled and took the trailer wherever Jerry told him too.
By Day Two, my sister Cathey, just up for a visit, began to hand out grapes, drinks, and became the picture taker of merit. She allowed her two daughters to go on the trek Sunday, and they made the whole distance, walking and talking. Molly never left Katie's side, as they want side by side through the forest. Cathey shows up on the Day Three with my Mother, who stays long enough to watch the day turn dark, and get bitten by a bee trying to take in our dinner. Cathey had not forgotten our needs and brought grapes, ice, and celery to our whole crew, leaving Jerry with directions for us to eat it all. Her energy was contagious and fun filled.
Day Four brought out my older brother, Peter, who brought, ice, kolaches and much needed coffee. He stayed half a day, but left me in great spirits with his presence and help.
Keep in mind, I did not ask them to help, they offered or just showed up. For their love and help, I am forever grateful.
The Race is One, Won with Marshall
Marchers and Supporters,
I cannot thank all Participants and Supports enough. Jack took us to the finish line, with enough day Marchers, that we felt like we all made it, no matter the distance; we all made a sacrifice show our support and love for Addison. Some Marched, because others did, some Marched because they like the exercise, and all Marched because they were there for Marshall, Addison Marshall.
I will write some more tonight or tomorrow and let you in on our fun, sores and laughs, but the most important thing was, Addison was there with us both in spirit and in person. He was a fine sight for five sore footed men, as we crossed the finish line on FSR 219.
Jack took in the role of leadership or the C.O., Jerry Krogel handled all the duties of the X.O., and I played the part of the older sergeant bringing up the rear. Maps, support and supplies were excellent provided for by Major Kroger, while Jack took the guidon and the forward position on the March, taking care of all the spider webs and snakes up front along the way.
The guidon was carried by all Marchers, at one time or another, through out the March, covering all 80 (just under 80 ) miles in beautiful colors. It was handed to Addison by his Dad as we hit the finish line sometime after two o'clock.
Most of the men who had sacrificed their time in support of their March. let me know, that if we did it again, they wanted to March. That helped smooth out the fact we did not have all the numbers of Marchers I had hoped for. But then again, maybe they would not have made it, and we would have had to get them back to their cars to head home in down cast, humbled spirits.
We changed our plans and let girls and women, who wanted to March, go with us, as long as their Dad, or Mom where there. Most only planned to go for one day, but my wife made two days without any problem. I think the number of miles scared people more then the act of doing it.
I will say this, if there is a next time, and I hope their is, with Addison by our side, I will be more comfortable in all-terrain tennis shoes instead of hiking boots. Those that wore sneakers, had much better feet then those of us who wore boots. The terrain was not too tough nor the water too high.
Our race is run, Addison's race is still on. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers. Seek to give him some of your strength, not that he needs it, but to keep him needing it. He ain't heavy, he is just Addison. God grant him strength, and let him stay here amongst us to realize his potential.
Till the race is won, we are one, We are Marshall.
I cannot thank all Participants and Supports enough. Jack took us to the finish line, with enough day Marchers, that we felt like we all made it, no matter the distance; we all made a sacrifice show our support and love for Addison. Some Marched, because others did, some Marched because they like the exercise, and all Marched because they were there for Marshall, Addison Marshall.
I will write some more tonight or tomorrow and let you in on our fun, sores and laughs, but the most important thing was, Addison was there with us both in spirit and in person. He was a fine sight for five sore footed men, as we crossed the finish line on FSR 219.
Jack took in the role of leadership or the C.O., Jerry Krogel handled all the duties of the X.O., and I played the part of the older sergeant bringing up the rear. Maps, support and supplies were excellent provided for by Major Kroger, while Jack took the guidon and the forward position on the March, taking care of all the spider webs and snakes up front along the way.
The guidon was carried by all Marchers, at one time or another, through out the March, covering all 80 (just under 80 ) miles in beautiful colors. It was handed to Addison by his Dad as we hit the finish line sometime after two o'clock.
Most of the men who had sacrificed their time in support of their March. let me know, that if we did it again, they wanted to March. That helped smooth out the fact we did not have all the numbers of Marchers I had hoped for. But then again, maybe they would not have made it, and we would have had to get them back to their cars to head home in down cast, humbled spirits.
We changed our plans and let girls and women, who wanted to March, go with us, as long as their Dad, or Mom where there. Most only planned to go for one day, but my wife made two days without any problem. I think the number of miles scared people more then the act of doing it.
I will say this, if there is a next time, and I hope their is, with Addison by our side, I will be more comfortable in all-terrain tennis shoes instead of hiking boots. Those that wore sneakers, had much better feet then those of us who wore boots. The terrain was not too tough nor the water too high.
Our race is run, Addison's race is still on. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers. Seek to give him some of your strength, not that he needs it, but to keep him needing it. He ain't heavy, he is just Addison. God grant him strength, and let him stay here amongst us to realize his potential.
Till the race is won, we are one, We are Marshall.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thank you Huntsville Lion's Club
Marchers,
Saddle up, we're moving out.
Today is pack up and shut up day. For those of us going, we need to be packed up, for those not going, and still are deciding, figure it out.
Jack Marshall and I had a great time in Huntsville as guest of Jason Dyches and the Huntsville Lion's Club. While my poor efforts of thanks came near the end, I made my spiel before Jack made his. My speech forgot a few necessary items, such as the March; day and distance. Jack did not.
Jack spoke as a person who had seen Addison's issues from afar. He spoke of the diagnosis, the fear and strength of Addison's mother, Val, of the Foster football team and the bracelets they sold, of meeting the football coach of Marshall University, of the strength of Addison, himself, as he dealt with this deadly issue. Then he stated his name and his familial connection. He received a standing ovation, and I willingly joined them, on my feet, hands snapping together in support of the father.
My message did not do justice to what I think of Addison, or how I see him; his father had moved the crowd of Lion's. I left the meeting with Jack's words in my ears, and wishing I had told more of my feelings, but as I dwelt on the speech, I got the message in one huge sigh which feed oxygen to my brain; this is not about me; this is about a young man named Addison, whose father spoke of his son with love and emotion. This speech came from a man, who in the early morning hours had given Addison two shots in his thighs, while Addison made plans to go work out with his friends.
So, my friends, I wish you peace this morning and happiness. I am off to do my packing and loading. The men and women who have donated their time and talents to this enterprise, need a big thank you. One is Jerry Krogel of CES fame. He has volunteered his time, to coordinate our ground support; he is our Support Chief, well trained by the U.S. Army, and as intelligent as they come. Alan McGaffin, the local troop leader who is giving of his time and talents, while others of his young charges are putting out and collecting flags this weekend. Drew Chipman, a builder, who, some how, in this poor economy, made time to drive his trailer and support the Marchers for the next three days of the March.
Hats off to the technology fairy, who made time to put forms, maps, information together and even set up the blog site so I can express myself to the five people who read this daily. Thank you.
Last but not least, thank you to Addison Marshall, who has shown me the face of strength and courage, one that I need to take with me and use on my own journey through life.
May our Lord watch over him, and protect him from the wages of this disease. May he grow as strong in body, as he is in mind. May the victory of health, come quickly for him, and allow him to play football, and enjoy his youth. And, most of all, may we one day march together, he and I, for someone else of like qualities, who needs our love and support. Amen
Saddle up, we're moving out.
Today is pack up and shut up day. For those of us going, we need to be packed up, for those not going, and still are deciding, figure it out.
Jack Marshall and I had a great time in Huntsville as guest of Jason Dyches and the Huntsville Lion's Club. While my poor efforts of thanks came near the end, I made my spiel before Jack made his. My speech forgot a few necessary items, such as the March; day and distance. Jack did not.
Jack spoke as a person who had seen Addison's issues from afar. He spoke of the diagnosis, the fear and strength of Addison's mother, Val, of the Foster football team and the bracelets they sold, of meeting the football coach of Marshall University, of the strength of Addison, himself, as he dealt with this deadly issue. Then he stated his name and his familial connection. He received a standing ovation, and I willingly joined them, on my feet, hands snapping together in support of the father.
My message did not do justice to what I think of Addison, or how I see him; his father had moved the crowd of Lion's. I left the meeting with Jack's words in my ears, and wishing I had told more of my feelings, but as I dwelt on the speech, I got the message in one huge sigh which feed oxygen to my brain; this is not about me; this is about a young man named Addison, whose father spoke of his son with love and emotion. This speech came from a man, who in the early morning hours had given Addison two shots in his thighs, while Addison made plans to go work out with his friends.
So, my friends, I wish you peace this morning and happiness. I am off to do my packing and loading. The men and women who have donated their time and talents to this enterprise, need a big thank you. One is Jerry Krogel of CES fame. He has volunteered his time, to coordinate our ground support; he is our Support Chief, well trained by the U.S. Army, and as intelligent as they come. Alan McGaffin, the local troop leader who is giving of his time and talents, while others of his young charges are putting out and collecting flags this weekend. Drew Chipman, a builder, who, some how, in this poor economy, made time to drive his trailer and support the Marchers for the next three days of the March.
Hats off to the technology fairy, who made time to put forms, maps, information together and even set up the blog site so I can express myself to the five people who read this daily. Thank you.
Last but not least, thank you to Addison Marshall, who has shown me the face of strength and courage, one that I need to take with me and use on my own journey through life.
May our Lord watch over him, and protect him from the wages of this disease. May he grow as strong in body, as he is in mind. May the victory of health, come quickly for him, and allow him to play football, and enjoy his youth. And, most of all, may we one day march together, he and I, for someone else of like qualities, who needs our love and support. Amen
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
To Strive, To Seek, To Find, and Not to Yield
Marchers,
Thinking and good intention times are over. We will hit the trail in about about 35 hours. You are either with us, or not. I will miss those of you who wanted to go but could not, due to deaths in the family, sickness and injury. Those who found out last minute about the hike or had a job or family obligation, I understand that also.
For those of you not joining us for other reasons, you will be missed. But the harder thing to bear, will be that play in your mind, when you hear someone else talking about going on the hike, and how hard it was, what happened that scared them, or what happened that made them laugh, and how you would have reacted had it been you. There is something about shared discomfort, and the laughs that follow it after it is over. While we will miss your presence, you will miss this time of solidarity, and growth.
We will all drink form the same cup as Addison somewhere in our lives; the bitter dregs of why me, why do I deserve this, why does everything happen to me. This does not reflect the way Addison has dealt with this disease that has invaded his body, and is in mortal combat with the chemo. One or the other will win, but both will take a toll on Addison's health . He deals with it, not in despair, or defeat, but in the present and the now; God love him, for he is not defeated.
This March will be a reflection of Addison's fight. " We few, we happy few, we Band of Brothers", will step off at 0800 on Saturday morning, June 12th, with only a select few. We have more then enough food, we have more then enough water, we have more then enough people on Saturday and Sunday in support of the March. The doctors and nurses represent the support staff , the food and the water represent the medicine, and we few will represent Addison- with determination and guts- and will set our faces toward the goal, without resentment, or without accepting defeat; just as Addison has to do everyday he wakes up, with his body the battle field and his mind the setting the path towards victory. We are Marshall, if only for four days.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are---
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"
On this march, let us not yield to the temptation of comfort, let us strive to find the strength that makes us pure in thoughts and deeds. So, as Tennyson stated in "Ulysses", and Addison demonstrates in real life, "To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield", until we have finished this March for Addison, and brought everyone home safely to their Mom and Dads.
If you would care to bless this enterprise, we will accept your blessing. If you are not given to prayer, we will take your kind thoughts. If you cannot give us those, get the heck out of the way, we are Marching through. Vaya Con Dios, Mi Amigos.
Thinking and good intention times are over. We will hit the trail in about about 35 hours. You are either with us, or not. I will miss those of you who wanted to go but could not, due to deaths in the family, sickness and injury. Those who found out last minute about the hike or had a job or family obligation, I understand that also.
For those of you not joining us for other reasons, you will be missed. But the harder thing to bear, will be that play in your mind, when you hear someone else talking about going on the hike, and how hard it was, what happened that scared them, or what happened that made them laugh, and how you would have reacted had it been you. There is something about shared discomfort, and the laughs that follow it after it is over. While we will miss your presence, you will miss this time of solidarity, and growth.
We will all drink form the same cup as Addison somewhere in our lives; the bitter dregs of why me, why do I deserve this, why does everything happen to me. This does not reflect the way Addison has dealt with this disease that has invaded his body, and is in mortal combat with the chemo. One or the other will win, but both will take a toll on Addison's health . He deals with it, not in despair, or defeat, but in the present and the now; God love him, for he is not defeated.
This March will be a reflection of Addison's fight. " We few, we happy few, we Band of Brothers", will step off at 0800 on Saturday morning, June 12th, with only a select few. We have more then enough food, we have more then enough water, we have more then enough people on Saturday and Sunday in support of the March. The doctors and nurses represent the support staff , the food and the water represent the medicine, and we few will represent Addison- with determination and guts- and will set our faces toward the goal, without resentment, or without accepting defeat; just as Addison has to do everyday he wakes up, with his body the battle field and his mind the setting the path towards victory. We are Marshall, if only for four days.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are---
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Ulysses"
On this march, let us not yield to the temptation of comfort, let us strive to find the strength that makes us pure in thoughts and deeds. So, as Tennyson stated in "Ulysses", and Addison demonstrates in real life, "To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield", until we have finished this March for Addison, and brought everyone home safely to their Mom and Dads.
If you would care to bless this enterprise, we will accept your blessing. If you are not given to prayer, we will take your kind thoughts. If you cannot give us those, get the heck out of the way, we are Marching through. Vaya Con Dios, Mi Amigos.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Priceless, just priceless
Link to Marching with Marshall Map
Marchers,
We are four days away from the March, and we know very little about who is going. If possible, come to Wednesday's Orientation Meeting in Pitts Road Park at 6:00pm. There is nothing worse then planning for something, and when you get there you find out you cannot go because you are not prepared, or do not have the right forms.
Training has been scarce of late, but it is not the fault of the rain, but the fault of this organizer and trying to get it organized.
I am excited by the prospect of seeing some of my former players, and how much they have changed. I am excited by the challenge of the March, and look forward to seeing how the lads are doing each day on the trail.
Personal Vehicles: If you are going to drive yourself, you will need to bring money to pay for four days at Double lake Rec. Area. If you plan on camping at Double Lake, on Friday night, the reservations are up to you, as is the payment.
If your parents are going to drive you, or you are car-pooling, you will need to be picked up at FSR 219, the terminus of the March on June 15th about 1300 hours.
If you are going to come on a later date then the Step-Off date of June 12th, you may want to think about having someone drop you off, and then coming back for you on June 15th at FSR 219. There is no one around Big Woods Hunter's Camp to watch your car, and you will pay for parking at Huntsville St. Park.
Rides will be at a premium when we reach the end of the March (FSR 219). Please make arrangements in advance to get shuttled back to your car, if you are at Double Lake.
The coast of a football at Wal-Mart this summer is $16.54( Roll Back special); the cost of a physical, if you have insurance, for football will be $20 this summer; the cost of supporting Addison with your sweat soreness, and bites- Priceless!
Gary Joseph is the Katy High School football Head Coach. He was a large reason for the success they had prior to him becoming the head coach. As one of the junior high coaches for Coach Joseph, I had the opportunity to see him in action. Forgive the story teller's liberties, but this is the way I remember that day of Lazarous, as I call it.
I was late coming out of my office, and there was a darkness to the sky, which was a bit more than just twilight. As I left my office, I made my way out to my car, in the shared parking lot with the high school. Next to my car, was a round white object, which caused me to heave a sigh as I thought of one of my students leaving out another one of our sport's balls; I knew I would have to put it up.
The closer I got to the ball and my car, I noticed, there were other colors near it, but the whiteness of the ball kept me mesmerized. As I drew closer, I noticed there were parts, that were not part of my car next to my car, and the white thing moved gentle on it's own. That was when I realized it was a person, a football helmeted person. I moved quickly towards the person, now preparing to give CPR, or whatever First Aide was needed. I put down my bag, my dress clothes, and my shoes, took off my cap, and tried to make some type of communication between the two of us.
"Are you OK?, Do you need help?" These are the things I was asking, as out of a cloud of mist a man made manifest. I was surprised, and a taken back, until the man spoke.
"Hello, Coach McStravick."
"Coach Joseph, I just saw this young man here by my car, I think he is hurt, and I was preparing to start CPR."
"Watch this, Coach McStravick"
"get your @$$ up, get the *&## up, now!"
This pathetic figure- helmeted figure, that had not moved since I had seen him, jumped up and took off like a frightened rabbit, sprinting towards the lighted football field like he had seen the devil.
I could not believe it, I was stunned. It was as if I had seen Lazarus raised form the dead.
"Coach McStravick, you don't need CPR, just some encouragement."
Then this God-like figure disappeared back into the cloud of mist, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I thought as I drove away, walking around my car first to make sure there were no more Lazarus in need of encouragement, I sure do not want to be that kid at practice tonight. Then I thought maybe I do; Coach Joseph thought enough of him, not to run him off, just encourage him.
So in case you Gents need any encouragement to come a marching, and borrowing a line or two from that saintly man, Coach Joseph, "get you @$$ up, get me those papers now, d&^^ it!"
Alright, you have been motivated. See you good people tomorrow at 6:00pm, or 1800 hours.
Marchers,
We are four days away from the March, and we know very little about who is going. If possible, come to Wednesday's Orientation Meeting in Pitts Road Park at 6:00pm. There is nothing worse then planning for something, and when you get there you find out you cannot go because you are not prepared, or do not have the right forms.
Training has been scarce of late, but it is not the fault of the rain, but the fault of this organizer and trying to get it organized.
I am excited by the prospect of seeing some of my former players, and how much they have changed. I am excited by the challenge of the March, and look forward to seeing how the lads are doing each day on the trail.
Personal Vehicles: If you are going to drive yourself, you will need to bring money to pay for four days at Double lake Rec. Area. If you plan on camping at Double Lake, on Friday night, the reservations are up to you, as is the payment.
If your parents are going to drive you, or you are car-pooling, you will need to be picked up at FSR 219, the terminus of the March on June 15th about 1300 hours.
If you are going to come on a later date then the Step-Off date of June 12th, you may want to think about having someone drop you off, and then coming back for you on June 15th at FSR 219. There is no one around Big Woods Hunter's Camp to watch your car, and you will pay for parking at Huntsville St. Park.
Rides will be at a premium when we reach the end of the March (FSR 219). Please make arrangements in advance to get shuttled back to your car, if you are at Double Lake.
The coast of a football at Wal-Mart this summer is $16.54( Roll Back special); the cost of a physical, if you have insurance, for football will be $20 this summer; the cost of supporting Addison with your sweat soreness, and bites- Priceless!
Gary Joseph is the Katy High School football Head Coach. He was a large reason for the success they had prior to him becoming the head coach. As one of the junior high coaches for Coach Joseph, I had the opportunity to see him in action. Forgive the story teller's liberties, but this is the way I remember that day of Lazarous, as I call it.
I was late coming out of my office, and there was a darkness to the sky, which was a bit more than just twilight. As I left my office, I made my way out to my car, in the shared parking lot with the high school. Next to my car, was a round white object, which caused me to heave a sigh as I thought of one of my students leaving out another one of our sport's balls; I knew I would have to put it up.
The closer I got to the ball and my car, I noticed, there were other colors near it, but the whiteness of the ball kept me mesmerized. As I drew closer, I noticed there were parts, that were not part of my car next to my car, and the white thing moved gentle on it's own. That was when I realized it was a person, a football helmeted person. I moved quickly towards the person, now preparing to give CPR, or whatever First Aide was needed. I put down my bag, my dress clothes, and my shoes, took off my cap, and tried to make some type of communication between the two of us.
"Are you OK?, Do you need help?" These are the things I was asking, as out of a cloud of mist a man made manifest. I was surprised, and a taken back, until the man spoke.
"Hello, Coach McStravick."
"Coach Joseph, I just saw this young man here by my car, I think he is hurt, and I was preparing to start CPR."
"Watch this, Coach McStravick"
"get your @$$ up, get the *&## up, now!"
This pathetic figure- helmeted figure, that had not moved since I had seen him, jumped up and took off like a frightened rabbit, sprinting towards the lighted football field like he had seen the devil.
I could not believe it, I was stunned. It was as if I had seen Lazarus raised form the dead.
"Coach McStravick, you don't need CPR, just some encouragement."
Then this God-like figure disappeared back into the cloud of mist, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I thought as I drove away, walking around my car first to make sure there were no more Lazarus in need of encouragement, I sure do not want to be that kid at practice tonight. Then I thought maybe I do; Coach Joseph thought enough of him, not to run him off, just encourage him.
So in case you Gents need any encouragement to come a marching, and borrowing a line or two from that saintly man, Coach Joseph, "get you @$$ up, get me those papers now, d&^^ it!"
Alright, you have been motivated. See you good people tomorrow at 6:00pm, or 1800 hours.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Foster Lads, Foster Moms: Need Some Help
Marchers,
I need you Marchers, who are reading this, to have the other ones read this and call me. We are almost out of time, and we need to coordinate rides.
I have spoke with Doug Webb, Thomas Raper, Justin Schindler, Stefan Koch, Zach Lazarine, and a few others I have called on the phone. I need you gentlemen to make some calls for me; I need you to call your friends and tell them to sign up, and read this site so they know what to bring. I cannot guess the numbers that may want to come, nor can I guess their intentions. The time has come for you young men to make the calls for me and get back with me, or have them call me so we have a close head count of who is going.
Some people have SATS/ACTS on Saturday, June 12th. These men want to go, but they will need to coordinate rides between themselves and their parents, and then meet us at Big Woods Hunter's Camp in the afternoon. This needs to be coordinated, and we need to know who is and isn't going.
Give your friends a push, then have them give us a call- ASAP!
Mothers, if you are reading to gain some understanding of what is going on, please start a phone tree, and give other Mothers a call to let them make the needed arrangements for their young man to go. Nothing could be worse then hearing the words, " I wish I had...", "If only I had taken the time to sign up...", "that sounded like fun".
My cell number is 281-857-4038, feel free to give me a call to let me know your questions or thoughts for your son. I want all these young men to have a chance to "March with Marshall", and support him during this time.
I need you Marchers, who are reading this, to have the other ones read this and call me. We are almost out of time, and we need to coordinate rides.
I have spoke with Doug Webb, Thomas Raper, Justin Schindler, Stefan Koch, Zach Lazarine, and a few others I have called on the phone. I need you gentlemen to make some calls for me; I need you to call your friends and tell them to sign up, and read this site so they know what to bring. I cannot guess the numbers that may want to come, nor can I guess their intentions. The time has come for you young men to make the calls for me and get back with me, or have them call me so we have a close head count of who is going.
Some people have SATS/ACTS on Saturday, June 12th. These men want to go, but they will need to coordinate rides between themselves and their parents, and then meet us at Big Woods Hunter's Camp in the afternoon. This needs to be coordinated, and we need to know who is and isn't going.
Give your friends a push, then have them give us a call- ASAP!
Mothers, if you are reading to gain some understanding of what is going on, please start a phone tree, and give other Mothers a call to let them make the needed arrangements for their young man to go. Nothing could be worse then hearing the words, " I wish I had...", "If only I had taken the time to sign up...", "that sounded like fun".
My cell number is 281-857-4038, feel free to give me a call to let me know your questions or thoughts for your son. I want all these young men to have a chance to "March with Marshall", and support him during this time.
You wont find it, if you do not seek it. June 9th Wed 6:00pm
Marchers,
If you are wondering where the Orientation Meeting will be, do not worry your pretty little head about it, I have the answer. The meeting will be at Pitts Road Park, off of Pitts Road, near the Pecan Grove Subdivision. The time will be at 6:00pm, and plan on bringing you pack, gear, and registration forms for the March. Any and all people are welcome, including parents, but most importantly, we want our Marchers there to gain an understanding of what is going on, and what they need to do.
Things YOU need to buy and pack: hiking socks without cotton, a whistle- stay right there and blow if lost, a compass, a hat, long sleeve shirts, long pants- poison ivy, bugs, etc.., something for blisters- you will get blisters, something to sleep on, water shoes, and a willing, determined attitude.
Thing WE will provide: water, food, sun screen, and a plan of attack.
Things Mother-nature will provide: chiggers, ticks, mosquitoes, snakes, spiders, creeks, heat, humidity, and maybe rain.
For those that do not read this blog, you other Marchers pass the word onto them. Tell them to seek out this web site, because if they do not seek it, they will not find it, and they will not know what to bring. Some Marchers may be dropped off and left by their parents, but if the Marchers do not have their equipment or forms, they may have to wait there to be picked up again. We will be on the march, and we will not have time to wait for those that do not have their essentials items.
If you are wondering where the Orientation Meeting will be, do not worry your pretty little head about it, I have the answer. The meeting will be at Pitts Road Park, off of Pitts Road, near the Pecan Grove Subdivision. The time will be at 6:00pm, and plan on bringing you pack, gear, and registration forms for the March. Any and all people are welcome, including parents, but most importantly, we want our Marchers there to gain an understanding of what is going on, and what they need to do.
Things YOU need to buy and pack: hiking socks without cotton, a whistle- stay right there and blow if lost, a compass, a hat, long sleeve shirts, long pants- poison ivy, bugs, etc.., something for blisters- you will get blisters, something to sleep on, water shoes, and a willing, determined attitude.
Thing WE will provide: water, food, sun screen, and a plan of attack.
Things Mother-nature will provide: chiggers, ticks, mosquitoes, snakes, spiders, creeks, heat, humidity, and maybe rain.
For those that do not read this blog, you other Marchers pass the word onto them. Tell them to seek out this web site, because if they do not seek it, they will not find it, and they will not know what to bring. Some Marchers may be dropped off and left by their parents, but if the Marchers do not have their equipment or forms, they may have to wait there to be picked up again. We will be on the march, and we will not have time to wait for those that do not have their essentials items.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Orientation Meeting tomorrow at 5:00pm, Briscoe Jr. High School
Marchers,
Just off a heavy pack walk of two hours, legs a bit swollen, but not "muffin tops" yet; you know, where the calf swells over the sock rim, looking for the world like a little yeast went a long way- pretty huh?
Had a great time on the levy, as I moved along a bout a mile and a half into the stroll. This is where I encountered the cows, a gentle herd of them, not caring they may have been trespassing prisoner property, and in no hurry to move off. As I came into view, all activity stop, heads came up off the grassy deck with a sudden quickness, and all big brown eyes turned towards me. I was right where a middle child screams in his head, he wants to be: I was the center of attention. I was happily shy, almost embarrassed by this rapturous bovine attention; not wanting to take them away from their mowing duties, but enjoying this moment in the sun- literally in the sun, as I continued on my path towards the two hour mark.
How is your training going? How are getting prepared? What is your goal: to finish or not to finish, that is the question?
I had a person ask about my sexist remark, that this hike is for young men only, and not for young women. I would use this forum for that question, if only for a few moments of your time, marchers.
I believe in equal pay for equal work. I believe, that women are quite capable of making twenty miles per day, the same as all men on this March. But, I am sexist enough to believe that young men should open the door for young women though, and stand up when they are introduced, or just meeting. Also, they should watch their language, and stories around members of the opposite sex in the general public. That is my sexiest nature.
What I would like to say to any person questioning my motivates is, there are times when young men need to be mentored by older men; there are times when the attractive influence of a young females, makes it hard for a young males to concentrate. With the giddiness that comes from a young hopeful male, looking lustfully at a female marcher, in the youthful anticipation of a nocturnal rendezvous, we, the Organizers, can do without.
For the military services, they have many fine people of both sexes, who show that young men and young women can get along when they have a common purpose and goal. Our goal right now is to March with Marshall, and for the older men of this March to have an opportunity to spend time with the younger men, who do not have to prove they are the better candidate for a female's attention, then another member of the March. Their eyes are on the prize, and that is to finish the March, showing support for Addison by taking a few steps in his shoes, a few steps that can cause blisters, rashes, thirst, but give them the confidence to finish what they start; like Addison.
Just off a heavy pack walk of two hours, legs a bit swollen, but not "muffin tops" yet; you know, where the calf swells over the sock rim, looking for the world like a little yeast went a long way- pretty huh?
Had a great time on the levy, as I moved along a bout a mile and a half into the stroll. This is where I encountered the cows, a gentle herd of them, not caring they may have been trespassing prisoner property, and in no hurry to move off. As I came into view, all activity stop, heads came up off the grassy deck with a sudden quickness, and all big brown eyes turned towards me. I was right where a middle child screams in his head, he wants to be: I was the center of attention. I was happily shy, almost embarrassed by this rapturous bovine attention; not wanting to take them away from their mowing duties, but enjoying this moment in the sun- literally in the sun, as I continued on my path towards the two hour mark.
How is your training going? How are getting prepared? What is your goal: to finish or not to finish, that is the question?
I had a person ask about my sexist remark, that this hike is for young men only, and not for young women. I would use this forum for that question, if only for a few moments of your time, marchers.
I believe in equal pay for equal work. I believe, that women are quite capable of making twenty miles per day, the same as all men on this March. But, I am sexist enough to believe that young men should open the door for young women though, and stand up when they are introduced, or just meeting. Also, they should watch their language, and stories around members of the opposite sex in the general public. That is my sexiest nature.
What I would like to say to any person questioning my motivates is, there are times when young men need to be mentored by older men; there are times when the attractive influence of a young females, makes it hard for a young males to concentrate. With the giddiness that comes from a young hopeful male, looking lustfully at a female marcher, in the youthful anticipation of a nocturnal rendezvous, we, the Organizers, can do without.
For the military services, they have many fine people of both sexes, who show that young men and young women can get along when they have a common purpose and goal. Our goal right now is to March with Marshall, and for the older men of this March to have an opportunity to spend time with the younger men, who do not have to prove they are the better candidate for a female's attention, then another member of the March. Their eyes are on the prize, and that is to finish the March, showing support for Addison by taking a few steps in his shoes, a few steps that can cause blisters, rashes, thirst, but give them the confidence to finish what they start; like Addison.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Orientation Meeting 5:00 pm at Briscoe Jr. High- Spread the Word
Marchers,
The OM will be held in the cafeteria of Briscoe Jr. High School, at five o'clock this Saturday. Please plan on attending, and bringing your pack and equipment, as we will be going over packing, and procedures for the trail. Tell other Marchers who might not have access to the internet, or this blogsite.
Paper work is due. Please bring that with you also. This includes: Registration, and Wavier. If under 18 yrs. of age, please have a parent sign it before you turn it in to Mr. Marshall, or Coach Mac.
Sun is down, nice time to get some training in, at least, for the legs. Get marching!
The OM will be held in the cafeteria of Briscoe Jr. High School, at five o'clock this Saturday. Please plan on attending, and bringing your pack and equipment, as we will be going over packing, and procedures for the trail. Tell other Marchers who might not have access to the internet, or this blogsite.
Paper work is due. Please bring that with you also. This includes: Registration, and Wavier. If under 18 yrs. of age, please have a parent sign it before you turn it in to Mr. Marshall, or Coach Mac.
Sun is down, nice time to get some training in, at least, for the legs. Get marching!
Walk awhile with me
" Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong."
1 Corinthians 16:13
Marchers,
"Be on your guard" means to prepare; "stand firm" means to stay committed to the cause; "be men of courage" means to be ready for things not to go your way; and "be strong", means to finish what you have started.
This statement is great advise for all of us, but as it pertains to the March, that is how I am looking at it. This includes getting in your paperwork; making the Orientation Meeting; knowing how to get to the Step-off area on time, and making sure you have a ride back to your vehicle once the course has been completed.
As far as the physcial conditioning, we are only as strong as our weakest Marcher; we can only move as fast as our slowest man. Take some time to get use to the heat, and take a few hours out of your summer to go for a hike. Unless your body is use to the heat, the adjustment will be a slow one, once on the trial. If you are reading this in the coolness of your house, with the AC blasting, and you are going to return to playing video games, you are putting yourself at risk to suffer a bit on this March. You are not on "Your guard", you are not preparing yourself for this hike.
Walking Staff: plan on brining a walking staff or walking stick to help you on the March. Also, we will plan on placing a heated brand on your walking staff for each leg of the journey you complete. This staff/stick is not just looks, but for assitance as you walk. It is very helpful, both for walking balance and keeping brush or animals away from the Marcher.
Compass: Buy, borrow or seek one, but get one. Plan on using it.
I also want to thank those young men who are making the choice to go with us. It takes some guts to do this for fun, but it is not just for fun for me. I am Marching with Addison. For those men I have coached in the past; I would March for you also.
1 Corinthians 16:13
Marchers,
"Be on your guard" means to prepare; "stand firm" means to stay committed to the cause; "be men of courage" means to be ready for things not to go your way; and "be strong", means to finish what you have started.
This statement is great advise for all of us, but as it pertains to the March, that is how I am looking at it. This includes getting in your paperwork; making the Orientation Meeting; knowing how to get to the Step-off area on time, and making sure you have a ride back to your vehicle once the course has been completed.
As far as the physcial conditioning, we are only as strong as our weakest Marcher; we can only move as fast as our slowest man. Take some time to get use to the heat, and take a few hours out of your summer to go for a hike. Unless your body is use to the heat, the adjustment will be a slow one, once on the trial. If you are reading this in the coolness of your house, with the AC blasting, and you are going to return to playing video games, you are putting yourself at risk to suffer a bit on this March. You are not on "Your guard", you are not preparing yourself for this hike.
Walking Staff: plan on brining a walking staff or walking stick to help you on the March. Also, we will plan on placing a heated brand on your walking staff for each leg of the journey you complete. This staff/stick is not just looks, but for assitance as you walk. It is very helpful, both for walking balance and keeping brush or animals away from the Marcher.
Compass: Buy, borrow or seek one, but get one. Plan on using it.
I also want to thank those young men who are making the choice to go with us. It takes some guts to do this for fun, but it is not just for fun for me. I am Marching with Addison. For those men I have coached in the past; I would March for you also.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Important Information! Make Time to Read!
Marchers,
Here are some links to some very important information. Please read if you are planning on assisting or hiking with us.
Parents, or Drivers for marchers, please read the Directions to the Rest Points, so that you are familiar with how to get to the Rest Area you are to meet us at.
Here are some links to some very important information. Please read if you are planning on assisting or hiking with us.
Parents, or Drivers for marchers, please read the Directions to the Rest Points, so that you are familiar with how to get to the Rest Area you are to meet us at.
Also, if you haven't filled out your Registration Form or Medical Waiver, please do so and bring with you to the June 5th orientation meeting.
It's in Black and White!
A special thank you to Don Munsch for doing a great write up in the Fort Bend Herald helping us spread the good word about our hike.
For those of you going with us, take a moment to pass this Word on to someone you think would like to "Take a Hike!"
Click on the link below to read Don's article, then share it with others.
http://www.fbherald.com/articles/2010/06/02/news/doc4c0698499d4be492624075.txt
For those of you going with us, take a moment to pass this Word on to someone you think would like to "Take a Hike!"
Click on the link below to read Don's article, then share it with others.
http://www.fbherald.com/articles/2010/06/02/news/doc4c0698499d4be492624075.txt
Orientation Meeting: Briscoe Jr. High Saturday, June 5th.
Marchers,
Two days ago, I hit the road with a light pack, and shuffled/walked two hours. Pretty confident in my ability and fitness until a woman, about my age, who I had seen about a mile back, calmly passed me with a smile a I shuffled down the dusty trail. That was when I decided I needed a break, and took off the pack, sat down, and had a nice long drink.
I followed that up with an hour walk, with a heavy weight pack. It is becoming more and more obvious to me, that street walking- not the kind to earn money- is hard on the feet. Take to the byways, bayous and dirt roads to give your "dogs" a break.
Yesterdays training was less intense, but still as frustrating for a competitive male. I practice the weight training with heavy step ups, and plate squats. Then, I hit the dirt trail for an hour jog- more of the shuffling gait- only to be passed twice by the same runner, who kept smiling and nodding, as if to encourage and sympathize with the snail paced path pounder he kept passing.
This was followed by a bike ride at a medium speed to return DVD's I had rented, and get the blood flowing in and out of the quad muscles.
What does your training look like? Let me know by using the "comment" button below and telling me how it is going.
School should be out for most of you young men, therefore, maybe, you have a bit more time to think and reflect on life. While you are doing this, congratulating yourself on your good looking health, take a moment to send a prayer upwards for Addison. A short breathe prayer, such as, "God, watch over Addison today", is a great way to start or end the day.
******Plan on attending the Orientation Meeting at five o'clock at Brisoce Jr. High School, 4300 FM 723, next door to Foster High School. Bring your pack, items you wish to pack, compass and questions for us to answer. We will plan on a stroll in the late day heat, to see how the pack fits you, and how to work your straps.
Also, bring your registration papers and waivers on Saturday to Briscoe Jr. High. I would like to get a head count.
Always train with the goal in mind; get as close to the actual skill/exercise as you can; stay hydrated in this heat.
Two days ago, I hit the road with a light pack, and shuffled/walked two hours. Pretty confident in my ability and fitness until a woman, about my age, who I had seen about a mile back, calmly passed me with a smile a I shuffled down the dusty trail. That was when I decided I needed a break, and took off the pack, sat down, and had a nice long drink.
I followed that up with an hour walk, with a heavy weight pack. It is becoming more and more obvious to me, that street walking- not the kind to earn money- is hard on the feet. Take to the byways, bayous and dirt roads to give your "dogs" a break.
Yesterdays training was less intense, but still as frustrating for a competitive male. I practice the weight training with heavy step ups, and plate squats. Then, I hit the dirt trail for an hour jog- more of the shuffling gait- only to be passed twice by the same runner, who kept smiling and nodding, as if to encourage and sympathize with the snail paced path pounder he kept passing.
This was followed by a bike ride at a medium speed to return DVD's I had rented, and get the blood flowing in and out of the quad muscles.
What does your training look like? Let me know by using the "comment" button below and telling me how it is going.
School should be out for most of you young men, therefore, maybe, you have a bit more time to think and reflect on life. While you are doing this, congratulating yourself on your good looking health, take a moment to send a prayer upwards for Addison. A short breathe prayer, such as, "God, watch over Addison today", is a great way to start or end the day.
******Plan on attending the Orientation Meeting at five o'clock at Brisoce Jr. High School, 4300 FM 723, next door to Foster High School. Bring your pack, items you wish to pack, compass and questions for us to answer. We will plan on a stroll in the late day heat, to see how the pack fits you, and how to work your straps.
Also, bring your registration papers and waivers on Saturday to Briscoe Jr. High. I would like to get a head count.
Always train with the goal in mind; get as close to the actual skill/exercise as you can; stay hydrated in this heat.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
A Man's Love
Marchers,
" For God did not give us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline." 2Tim. 1:7
How do we as Men define love? What is love and how do we seek it out?
There is romantic love, that of the spirit; then there is physical love, that of the lustful nature.
But there is also a physical love between men that is not one of intimacy or delicacy. It is almost a bond of brotherhood, shared between men. Maybe you have seen it at a sporting event, when your team has won a great victory, and hugs are not an uncommon sight among the victors; or perhaps is was in the sorrow of a loss, that a hug was made manifest between men, young or old, it does not matter.
We, as men, are not defined by the triumph or defeat that has been suffered; no, we are defined by the work, the commitment, and energy we have placed before the contest. We measure each other by that commitment, we share equally in the loss, or victory, and express our respect for one another in that moment of emotion. This is our love for one another.
When we see our son's triumph, we feel the release of moisture behind our eye, not out of some since of intimacy from the close connection of gestation periods, or the natural method of feeding our young, but out of a sense of completion, a sense of respect for our son, who will now share equally in our world. He has been measured by others in his tribe, his group, his team and found worthy of respect, of love due to his commitment and willingness to sacrifice for the goal, for the good of others.
"We few, we happy few, we Band of Brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother". St Crispen's day Speech
Let us share, for just a few days, the hardship of our brother, Addison. Let us unite in this goal, and let our feet support him and hold him up, during this time. Let the power of our faith, the love of Addison, and the strength of our discipline take us to the finish line that stands before us.
To do this, one must have a commitment to train and a commitment to finish; this is how you will earn respect, this is how you can show love.
" For God did not give us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline." 2Tim. 1:7
How do we as Men define love? What is love and how do we seek it out?
There is romantic love, that of the spirit; then there is physical love, that of the lustful nature.
But there is also a physical love between men that is not one of intimacy or delicacy. It is almost a bond of brotherhood, shared between men. Maybe you have seen it at a sporting event, when your team has won a great victory, and hugs are not an uncommon sight among the victors; or perhaps is was in the sorrow of a loss, that a hug was made manifest between men, young or old, it does not matter.
We, as men, are not defined by the triumph or defeat that has been suffered; no, we are defined by the work, the commitment, and energy we have placed before the contest. We measure each other by that commitment, we share equally in the loss, or victory, and express our respect for one another in that moment of emotion. This is our love for one another.
When we see our son's triumph, we feel the release of moisture behind our eye, not out of some since of intimacy from the close connection of gestation periods, or the natural method of feeding our young, but out of a sense of completion, a sense of respect for our son, who will now share equally in our world. He has been measured by others in his tribe, his group, his team and found worthy of respect, of love due to his commitment and willingness to sacrifice for the goal, for the good of others.
"We few, we happy few, we Band of Brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother". St Crispen's day Speech
Let us share, for just a few days, the hardship of our brother, Addison. Let us unite in this goal, and let our feet support him and hold him up, during this time. Let the power of our faith, the love of Addison, and the strength of our discipline take us to the finish line that stands before us.
To do this, one must have a commitment to train and a commitment to finish; this is how you will earn respect, this is how you can show love.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Challenge each other
Sailors, Soldiers, Marines,
Lend me your ears,
for I come not to encourage Marchers,
but to challenge them.
We are still looking for a few good men- and women,
who can come on the march with us, or support us by driving
a support vehicle.
The questions are: want to eat MRE's,
want to primitive camp overnight,
want to go for a long walk; just a stretch of the legs,
want to practice field hygiene, instead of a bath?
Only those who answers those questions to the affirmative need apply.
We are two weeks out Marchers, and if your parents would like to help, they can serve as a driver, and, if they want to spend the money, they can check into a local hotel, and meet us the next morning, reporting for duty after an air-conditioned night's sleep.
I am asking our fellow Marchers, the ones reading this message, to spread the word, get people to read this blog, have them put on a back-pack and get walking. Even if they would like to help but do not want to March, we have jobs for them. Send those kind souls to me, we have work to do.
Saturday I had a one hour walk/job with a little under twenty pounds in the old pack, this was followed by a hike of two hours with pack over thirty five pounds, close to forty. I put in about eleven miles. I took yesterday off to work in the heat on my folks farm, near Brenham. This is still conditioning, just sun conditioning. I am off at 11:30am this morning for a walk/jog, so I can master the heat.
What are you doing to get ready? All Marchers will be required to have a Ranger Buddy, someone who goes every where you do, or for the call of nature, stays far enough away he knows where you are and will not the other Marchers leave without you. Therefore, ask a friend to go with you both to train and to March. In this way, you have the Ranger Buddy of your choice.
Challenge yourself, challenge others, and challenge those you know to go with us in support of the Marching with Marshall; we can use all the help we can get. Oh yeah, its FREE!
Lend me your ears,
for I come not to encourage Marchers,
but to challenge them.
We are still looking for a few good men- and women,
who can come on the march with us, or support us by driving
a support vehicle.
The questions are: want to eat MRE's,
want to primitive camp overnight,
want to go for a long walk; just a stretch of the legs,
want to practice field hygiene, instead of a bath?
Only those who answers those questions to the affirmative need apply.
We are two weeks out Marchers, and if your parents would like to help, they can serve as a driver, and, if they want to spend the money, they can check into a local hotel, and meet us the next morning, reporting for duty after an air-conditioned night's sleep.
I am asking our fellow Marchers, the ones reading this message, to spread the word, get people to read this blog, have them put on a back-pack and get walking. Even if they would like to help but do not want to March, we have jobs for them. Send those kind souls to me, we have work to do.
Saturday I had a one hour walk/job with a little under twenty pounds in the old pack, this was followed by a hike of two hours with pack over thirty five pounds, close to forty. I put in about eleven miles. I took yesterday off to work in the heat on my folks farm, near Brenham. This is still conditioning, just sun conditioning. I am off at 11:30am this morning for a walk/jog, so I can master the heat.
What are you doing to get ready? All Marchers will be required to have a Ranger Buddy, someone who goes every where you do, or for the call of nature, stays far enough away he knows where you are and will not the other Marchers leave without you. Therefore, ask a friend to go with you both to train and to March. In this way, you have the Ranger Buddy of your choice.
Challenge yourself, challenge others, and challenge those you know to go with us in support of the Marching with Marshall; we can use all the help we can get. Oh yeah, its FREE!
Friday, May 28, 2010
Poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling
| Marchers, I believe this is what a man says to his Son, or what he wants to say to Him. This is what I would like to share with my Son, and those that I share a kindred spirit with. IF.....
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| IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can make one heap of all your winnings If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
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Get the Lead Out - Train
Marchers,
I would like to let you good folks know, I need all forms returned to me by Sunday, June 6th. If the Orientation Meeting is Saturday, June 5th, this would be a great time to turn your packet in. Remember, there is no cost to you, but your commitment to training and finishing the March. The The location and time of the Orientation Meeting will be announced shortly, so keep coming back to this site for updates.
I have a new method of gauging your training program. If you can hide your wallet in your belly button, you need to get the lead out, this weekend, and train in the morning or evening, but go a long distance to see if you can.
If you can hide your pocket change in your belly button, then go a long distance but do it when you get off work, so you climatize to the heat.
If you can hide your beer can in your belly button, do not plan on going on this march, instead, get off the couch, put down the beer, go see a doctor for clearance, and start a moderate exercise program.
For the young men I have coached, I ask a favor. Get the word out to others, and challenge them to go on this march. Nothing make a person feel better about themselves, not even drugs, can make you feel as good about yourself as when you accomplish something you did not think you could.
For the young men, this will be a gauge which they will use to mark their journey into manhood. They will turn to this whenever there is something hard to do, and think to themselves, "I have done something hard like this before, I can do that hard task which is set before me now."
Seemingly hard task can be made harder by others that question your ability to go the distance. I question no ones ability to March with us, I question their commitment to training. If you are planning to go with us, Marching with Marshall , then get out there and train. In other words for you folks that need motivation, "Get the lead out!" "Move your Butt!" "Get Hiking!" It doesn't take guts to walk, just to finish.
I would like to let you good folks know, I need all forms returned to me by Sunday, June 6th. If the Orientation Meeting is Saturday, June 5th, this would be a great time to turn your packet in. Remember, there is no cost to you, but your commitment to training and finishing the March. The The location and time of the Orientation Meeting will be announced shortly, so keep coming back to this site for updates.
I have a new method of gauging your training program. If you can hide your wallet in your belly button, you need to get the lead out, this weekend, and train in the morning or evening, but go a long distance to see if you can.
If you can hide your pocket change in your belly button, then go a long distance but do it when you get off work, so you climatize to the heat.
If you can hide your beer can in your belly button, do not plan on going on this march, instead, get off the couch, put down the beer, go see a doctor for clearance, and start a moderate exercise program.
For the young men I have coached, I ask a favor. Get the word out to others, and challenge them to go on this march. Nothing make a person feel better about themselves, not even drugs, can make you feel as good about yourself as when you accomplish something you did not think you could.
For the young men, this will be a gauge which they will use to mark their journey into manhood. They will turn to this whenever there is something hard to do, and think to themselves, "I have done something hard like this before, I can do that hard task which is set before me now."
Seemingly hard task can be made harder by others that question your ability to go the distance. I question no ones ability to March with us, I question their commitment to training. If you are planning to go with us, Marching with Marshall , then get out there and train. In other words for you folks that need motivation, "Get the lead out!" "Move your Butt!" "Get Hiking!" It doesn't take guts to walk, just to finish.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
June 5th Oreintation Meeting
Marchers,
Stay tuned for the time, and location announcement concerning an Orientation Meeting. This will be a great time for you to meet other Marchers, stretch your hiking leg, talk about the course, and gain an understanding about what to pack and how to pack it.
Your long walk is coming up this weekend. Make it about three hours if possible, keep the pack to about twenty pounds, and take along some tunes, or if you are like me, find "Click and Clack the Tap'it Brothers", or "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me", and get moving. If you do not have time, break the wlak in half and do one in the morning and one in the evening.
Borrowing a line from the most adventurous man on TV, "Stay thirsty my friends", keep drinking water, beside helping your body recover, it is good for the complexion- if you are into that.
Do not train in vain- train to finish the race, then you can train to win.
Stay tuned for the time, and location announcement concerning an Orientation Meeting. This will be a great time for you to meet other Marchers, stretch your hiking leg, talk about the course, and gain an understanding about what to pack and how to pack it.
Your long walk is coming up this weekend. Make it about three hours if possible, keep the pack to about twenty pounds, and take along some tunes, or if you are like me, find "Click and Clack the Tap'it Brothers", or "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me", and get moving. If you do not have time, break the wlak in half and do one in the morning and one in the evening.
Borrowing a line from the most adventurous man on TV, "Stay thirsty my friends", keep drinking water, beside helping your body recover, it is good for the complexion- if you are into that.
Do not train in vain- train to finish the race, then you can train to win.
Hard, Hot and Heavy: The Hike West and not my hiking boots
Marchers,
I hit the road yesterday with a three minute run, two minute walk rotation, and lightened my pack load to about 18 lbs. I had an appointment, and could only go a bit over an hour, but I enjoyed the moment: the one where I scared the girl sun bathing in her back yard, and the moment where the dog took off the one of the picket of the fence with his head, and I found a bit more speed in my old vascular challenged legs, as I wobbled away.
After my meeting, I put about 40 lbs back in the pack, and hit the street for some cement ground-pounding. I felt it in my feet, and caution you young people to use grass as much as possible in your training. I have not decided what my training to today, but I am thinking about a two hour walk on the levee, with a moderately weighted pack. But the man in me wants to find a hill and charge it, then again I live in Texas...I am safe from myself.
I have posted the course of the march here. It is not too much different then the one we had before, but jack and I have now seen most of the course and are comfortable with the looks on the ground. There will be mid-point breaks on each day's March, but these are being placed into the March for the sake of head counts and water issues.
Here is how the course shakes down:
Starting at Double Lake and the Lone Star Trail Primitive Camp #1, we will step off at 0800, with a mid- point break at Evergreen, the intersection of St. Hwy 150 and FM 945.
Then we will proceed up to Big Woods Hunter Camp for our first Rest Point (the LSHT just graces the southern side of FSR202* and from there , we follow FSR 202 NW for a short distance until we come upon the Big Woods Hunter Camp which will be located on the north side of the road.
Sunday morning we will step off at 0700, and head to Four Notch, near FSR 213 [Four Notch area is directly across from the LSHT Trailhead on Four Notch Road located near the intersection of FSR 213 and Four Notch Road (about 2.3 miles southeast on Four Notch Road from the intersection of FM 2296 and Four Notch Road)]
We will then proceed to Huntsville St. Park, our Rest Point #2, where we will be fed and watered by the Walker County COP, and Amt. Ham Radio Group, arriving about 1700 hours.
Monday morning we will step off at 0700, and head south to the Stubblefield Recreation Area FSR 215, arriving there about 1300-1400 hours, for a mid-point break.
Then we will head south to Kelly's Pond, Rest Point #3 on FSR 271, ETA 1630 hours.
The final leg of the march will begin Tuesday morning at 0700 hours, as we step off in a westerly direction headed towards FSR 219 and the pick up point, covering about 12 miles, ETA 1230 hours.
The course is set, but there may well be a few changes, but they will be post as soon as possible before the March.
For you good people training; happy motoring!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Good Help, Not so Hard to find in Walker County
Marchers,
David Anderson of the WCSO, Citizen on Patrol, has contacted us and will support our march by hosting a dinner Sunday evening at Huntsville St. Park, and a pray service to follow for fellowship. I had hoped we might have some fellowship each evening, and this would be a great way to end the second day of the March- maybe allowing some to ask for some divine help to finish the March; just kidding Mom's.
Laurie Boudreaux of Cargill meats has offered us luncheon meat to make sandwiches, and maybe even assemble them for distribution to the Marchers. This would probable be the first night, or the third, depending on her availability.
Jason Dyches of the Lion's Club in Huntsville, has thrown another bone our way. The Club has voted to give us $250 for expenses, with possible matching funds from a district office. This is great news and will allow us to get gasoline for our support staff, and more maps.
What we are in short supply of is, men or women who are EMT certified, or medics/corpsmen to go with us the March, and support our charges, as they go head long into the not so wild wilderness of the National Forest. If you, the reader, knows any hard charging men or women who would willingly donate a day, or more to helping us make it through the woods without injury, than please send them my way. Firemen on site would be a great comfort to us, even if they cannot make the March- meals and all the water you want to drink included.
The type of injures we can expect on the March are blisters, rashes, raw areas, insect bites, and turned ankles or knees. The old saying on the bumper sticker of the car, when I left the USMC was, "The Marine already have a few good men- Navy Corpsmen". I need some of you Gents to "lock and load", and help us out, if you can. Should a few of the Armies finest- the Medics- want to go, I can now make a comparison with wise eyes, and not camouflaged by the uniform I wore some years ago.
Marchers and Friends of the March, pass this information on to interested parties and tell them to contact Mac McStravick at mmcstravick@ces-richmond.org or my cell 281-857-4038. Remeber, good help is not so hard to find in Walker County, this includes Joe Connell, Jim Hurley , David Anderson, and Jason Dyches of the Huntsville Lion's Club.
Head 'em up, we're moving out.
David Anderson of the WCSO, Citizen on Patrol, has contacted us and will support our march by hosting a dinner Sunday evening at Huntsville St. Park, and a pray service to follow for fellowship. I had hoped we might have some fellowship each evening, and this would be a great way to end the second day of the March- maybe allowing some to ask for some divine help to finish the March; just kidding Mom's.
Laurie Boudreaux of Cargill meats has offered us luncheon meat to make sandwiches, and maybe even assemble them for distribution to the Marchers. This would probable be the first night, or the third, depending on her availability.
Jason Dyches of the Lion's Club in Huntsville, has thrown another bone our way. The Club has voted to give us $250 for expenses, with possible matching funds from a district office. This is great news and will allow us to get gasoline for our support staff, and more maps.
What we are in short supply of is, men or women who are EMT certified, or medics/corpsmen to go with us the March, and support our charges, as they go head long into the not so wild wilderness of the National Forest. If you, the reader, knows any hard charging men or women who would willingly donate a day, or more to helping us make it through the woods without injury, than please send them my way. Firemen on site would be a great comfort to us, even if they cannot make the March- meals and all the water you want to drink included.
The type of injures we can expect on the March are blisters, rashes, raw areas, insect bites, and turned ankles or knees. The old saying on the bumper sticker of the car, when I left the USMC was, "The Marine already have a few good men- Navy Corpsmen". I need some of you Gents to "lock and load", and help us out, if you can. Should a few of the Armies finest- the Medics- want to go, I can now make a comparison with wise eyes, and not camouflaged by the uniform I wore some years ago.
Marchers and Friends of the March, pass this information on to interested parties and tell them to contact Mac McStravick at mmcstravick@ces-richmond.org or my cell 281-857-4038. Remeber, good help is not so hard to find in Walker County, this includes Joe Connell, Jim Hurley , David Anderson, and Jason Dyches of the Huntsville Lion's Club.
Head 'em up, we're moving out.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
You don't know Jack; Now, I do - Sat. June 5th Orientation Meeting
Marchers,
Updates of the course are coming, along with some new checkpoints. These will be used by the support team, as they try and keep a head count, and a hydrated group of young people moving.
I had the pleasure of picking up Addison's Dad in my white pick-up truck, and asending upon the Sam Houston National Forest from the back door of Richards, Texas. We felt comforted by the small, old town feel of Richards, but decided there was not enough room for our Marchers to be picked up, and decided on the parking area about 100 yards south down FSR 219, off of State Highway 149.
Working backwards, we visited Kelly's Pond, and found it to be an excellent camp site, with a commode, trash facilities, picnic tables, and a large open area. The pond was small, but fishable, I think. Stubblefield Recreation Area, was a short distance by car, and had Jack thrown his Fredrickberg peach pit ten times, we might have reached the Stubblefield Area just as quickly- well, sort of.
We decided this would be a good intermediate break point for the lads. The moseys- mosquitios- sharply visited me about ten times as we walked along the foot path of the bridge to pick up the trail again. WEAR DEET, possible a 90 plus factor would be good, but I felt a bit like one the the Blue Bell cows out there in the field , what with the moseys looking like humans and all those people wanting to sample my wares.
Jack was a pleasant guest to have ride along in my dirty old truck. We had a nice visit and I got to hear a few more stories about the Marshall family and the journey they have had so far. He also bought my lunch, and that goes a long way to making me a fast friend. Problem was, he was slower eater then I, and had to answer my questions as he chewed. I eat like I coach, attack, attack, attack. Now, that is my motto.
And Marchers, that better be your motto, as you are running out of time training for this hike. This is not a pick up basketball game where you play for two hours, feel tired but invigorated. This is an exhausting hike on the first day, but one full of pride to have finished it for the day. The second day you will be curing the originator of the march, me, and will keep doing so, until you mind drifts away some time about three hours into the second day's march. The third day you will be curing yourself, and the last day of the hike you will be curing your Folks for having the audacity to let you go on this dangerous, health breaking trek. Cursing them until you see their smiling faces waiting for you at the Pick up Point, FSR 219, cursing yourself, until you see how happy you have made Addison, and how proud you are of yourself you were apart of the group, the team that finished the Marching with Marshall.
Jack, I could not have asked for a better traveling companion. Thanks for navigating; I guess you now feel sorry for my wife. Thanks anyways.
Bring a walking stick, this can help keep you balanced and is useful as a weapon or tool. No, Mom, we will not be playing Little John and Robin in the forest, I just want to keep the snakes at bay.
Train, Men, Train
Updates of the course are coming, along with some new checkpoints. These will be used by the support team, as they try and keep a head count, and a hydrated group of young people moving.
I had the pleasure of picking up Addison's Dad in my white pick-up truck, and asending upon the Sam Houston National Forest from the back door of Richards, Texas. We felt comforted by the small, old town feel of Richards, but decided there was not enough room for our Marchers to be picked up, and decided on the parking area about 100 yards south down FSR 219, off of State Highway 149.
Working backwards, we visited Kelly's Pond, and found it to be an excellent camp site, with a commode, trash facilities, picnic tables, and a large open area. The pond was small, but fishable, I think. Stubblefield Recreation Area, was a short distance by car, and had Jack thrown his Fredrickberg peach pit ten times, we might have reached the Stubblefield Area just as quickly- well, sort of.
We decided this would be a good intermediate break point for the lads. The moseys- mosquitios- sharply visited me about ten times as we walked along the foot path of the bridge to pick up the trail again. WEAR DEET, possible a 90 plus factor would be good, but I felt a bit like one the the Blue Bell cows out there in the field , what with the moseys looking like humans and all those people wanting to sample my wares.
Jack was a pleasant guest to have ride along in my dirty old truck. We had a nice visit and I got to hear a few more stories about the Marshall family and the journey they have had so far. He also bought my lunch, and that goes a long way to making me a fast friend. Problem was, he was slower eater then I, and had to answer my questions as he chewed. I eat like I coach, attack, attack, attack. Now, that is my motto.
And Marchers, that better be your motto, as you are running out of time training for this hike. This is not a pick up basketball game where you play for two hours, feel tired but invigorated. This is an exhausting hike on the first day, but one full of pride to have finished it for the day. The second day you will be curing the originator of the march, me, and will keep doing so, until you mind drifts away some time about three hours into the second day's march. The third day you will be curing yourself, and the last day of the hike you will be curing your Folks for having the audacity to let you go on this dangerous, health breaking trek. Cursing them until you see their smiling faces waiting for you at the Pick up Point, FSR 219, cursing yourself, until you see how happy you have made Addison, and how proud you are of yourself you were apart of the group, the team that finished the Marching with Marshall.
Jack, I could not have asked for a better traveling companion. Thanks for navigating; I guess you now feel sorry for my wife. Thanks anyways.
Bring a walking stick, this can help keep you balanced and is useful as a weapon or tool. No, Mom, we will not be playing Little John and Robin in the forest, I just want to keep the snakes at bay.
Train, Men, Train
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Saturday in the Park
Marchers,
Took the day off on Friday because of these bad pens(legs), only to receive my new lightweight Merrill hiking boots. Nice style, subdued color, medium ankle support= just right. I had bought them along with Kodiack socks, and took a two and a half hour stroll along the levee and into the near by park, for a second dosing of water. Glad I had the water, but felt better after my purchase of the boots and socks; my feet felt less fatigued, and I did not have any hot spots generated on the hike. I would recommend these boots, and the price was not too bad; on sale at The Sportsmen's Guide for about $89, or maybe I used a coupon.
Your training needs to ratchet itself up to make each days hike. I had a bit of a day dream as I took to the by-ways this morning on my hike, and thought to share a dream or two.
What makes old men solemn and young men strive, is the idea of being a man; a person of strength and a physical appetite for the challenge. What men in their twenties through forties have is that strength and an appetite for rough and tumble play. Young men want it, lift weights and take supplements to gain it, while the old men start to slow down and mourn the loss of the physique and the strength.
I am nearing the solemn time of my life, but I have had a greta life. I was raised by a fine family, I joined a military force that required pride and strength, I worked for some fine men and ladies, and I have a wonderful family. I am now a grandfather, and the day will come when I will need a walker, but that time is not know. When these older men come through the time of physical disappointment, they emerge as guides and leaders for others. They become the story teller; the collective wisdom of their time, of their families.
I want Addison to have this same opportunity, I wan him to reach the point where the younger men at the family gatherings, sit around him and listen to his wisdom; to be honored by your own kind. That is my wish. That is why I am marching; that and I need an excuse to do something extreme physical before I have to sit at the center of the fire telling stories. I'm not ready yet, are you? You come too!
"Ready, Mr. Nightlinger?"
"Born ready, Mr. Anderson" The Cowboys- John Wayne (Young men should see this movie)
"Ready, Addison?"
"Born ready, Coach Mac" That is the type of man he is
"You Ready , Marchers?"
"You better be, this ain't no walk in your momma's park, Cowboy: train, train, train!
Took the day off on Friday because of these bad pens(legs), only to receive my new lightweight Merrill hiking boots. Nice style, subdued color, medium ankle support= just right. I had bought them along with Kodiack socks, and took a two and a half hour stroll along the levee and into the near by park, for a second dosing of water. Glad I had the water, but felt better after my purchase of the boots and socks; my feet felt less fatigued, and I did not have any hot spots generated on the hike. I would recommend these boots, and the price was not too bad; on sale at The Sportsmen's Guide for about $89, or maybe I used a coupon.
Your training needs to ratchet itself up to make each days hike. I had a bit of a day dream as I took to the by-ways this morning on my hike, and thought to share a dream or two.
What makes old men solemn and young men strive, is the idea of being a man; a person of strength and a physical appetite for the challenge. What men in their twenties through forties have is that strength and an appetite for rough and tumble play. Young men want it, lift weights and take supplements to gain it, while the old men start to slow down and mourn the loss of the physique and the strength.
I am nearing the solemn time of my life, but I have had a greta life. I was raised by a fine family, I joined a military force that required pride and strength, I worked for some fine men and ladies, and I have a wonderful family. I am now a grandfather, and the day will come when I will need a walker, but that time is not know. When these older men come through the time of physical disappointment, they emerge as guides and leaders for others. They become the story teller; the collective wisdom of their time, of their families.
I want Addison to have this same opportunity, I wan him to reach the point where the younger men at the family gatherings, sit around him and listen to his wisdom; to be honored by your own kind. That is my wish. That is why I am marching; that and I need an excuse to do something extreme physical before I have to sit at the center of the fire telling stories. I'm not ready yet, are you? You come too!
"Ready, Mr. Nightlinger?"
"Born ready, Mr. Anderson" The Cowboys- John Wayne (Young men should see this movie)
"Ready, Addison?"
"Born ready, Coach Mac" That is the type of man he is
"You Ready , Marchers?"
"You better be, this ain't no walk in your momma's park, Cowboy: train, train, train!
Friday, May 21, 2010
Up your traning guide this week; drink water
Marchers,
It is time to prepare for your long walk this weekend; try it with the pack about twenty pounds(20 lbs). About a two hour walk would be a good distance to shoot for. Drink water before the hike, drink a bit on the hike, and drink more when you are finished.
Jack Marshall and I should be headed to the Sam Houston National Forrest for a look-see at the course this Monday. Tiffany Williams will be our contact there with the Park Ranger's office.
Though we have organized a course through the use of a map, and a book by Karen Somer concerning the Lone Star Hiking Trail, this will be the look on the ground at our purposed endurance march.
Jason Dyches of the Lion's Club in Huntsville has agreed to give us 50 cases of water to make the march. The offer hit us at the right time, for we have lost use of the Army's water tank truck, and we would not want the lads to be thirsty. Kroger's in Brazos Center in Richmond has kindly offered us 10 cases of water also. Hopefully, with these offers of water, we have the issue of water taken care of.
Please take a moment to send in your registration and wavier forms to that we have an accounting of the number of people going. The sooner the better as spots will be limited to a first come basis.
Keep those boots walking; if you have not got a pair of boots yet, get them! You need to break them in.
It is time to prepare for your long walk this weekend; try it with the pack about twenty pounds(20 lbs). About a two hour walk would be a good distance to shoot for. Drink water before the hike, drink a bit on the hike, and drink more when you are finished.
Jack Marshall and I should be headed to the Sam Houston National Forrest for a look-see at the course this Monday. Tiffany Williams will be our contact there with the Park Ranger's office.
Though we have organized a course through the use of a map, and a book by Karen Somer concerning the Lone Star Hiking Trail, this will be the look on the ground at our purposed endurance march.
Jason Dyches of the Lion's Club in Huntsville has agreed to give us 50 cases of water to make the march. The offer hit us at the right time, for we have lost use of the Army's water tank truck, and we would not want the lads to be thirsty. Kroger's in Brazos Center in Richmond has kindly offered us 10 cases of water also. Hopefully, with these offers of water, we have the issue of water taken care of.
Please take a moment to send in your registration and wavier forms to that we have an accounting of the number of people going. The sooner the better as spots will be limited to a first come basis.
Keep those boots walking; if you have not got a pair of boots yet, get them! You need to break them in.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
We Want YOU! We Need YOU!
We are looking for a few good folks to help at our daily rest points for refueling, replenishing the water supply and perhaps helping provide a decent meal. We would ask that you meet us in the late afternoon/evening on the designated day, time to be coordinated a little closer to the hike.
We could use help on the following days:
Day 1: Rest Point Big Woods Hunter's Camp(Park Roads 207 and 202) on June 12th
Camp Set up
EMT
Water Re-supply
Dinner Prep and Service
Camp Take Down
Camp Set up
EMT
Water Re-supply
Dinner Prep and Service
Camp Take Down
Day 2: Huntsville St. Park, Parking Lot #7 on June 13th
Camp Set-up
EMT
Water Re-supply
Dinner Prep and Service
Camp Take Down
Camp Set-up
EMT
Water Re-supply
Dinner Prep and Service
Camp Take Down
Day 3: Kelly's Pond in the Lake Conroe area on June 14th at
Camp Set-up
EMT
Water Re-supply
Dinner Prep and Service
Camp Take Down
Camp Set-up
EMT
Water Re-supply
Dinner Prep and Service
Camp Take Down
Please contact me if you are interested in helping! mmcstravick@ces-richmond.org
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Packing List: marching with Marshall
Items to pack:(you will need your own pack)
1. Extra pants and shirt- No cotton! -pants should have a mesh liner and be able to use for swimming and dry quickly
2. Light rain jacket and pants- if desired, or Poncho
3. Four(4) pairs of wool hiking socks- No cotton! (Smart Wool preferable)
Four(4) pairs of thin polyester liner socks to be worn under the wool socks.
4. Bug spray or lotion
5. Sun tan lotion- to be donated
6. Hygiene bag
7. Soap in container
8 Tooth brush and paste
9. Small bottle of powder
10. Skin lube or Vaseline- friction areas
11. First aide kit and moleskin for blisters
12. Knife and/or multi-use camp tool
13. Three canteens or 32 oz. wide mouth nalgene bottles, or Camel Back hydration unit
Plan on daily water consumption of one to two gallons. Marines have loaned us about 40 Camel Backs for the march; you do not need to buy one, if you register early.
14. Snacks: energy bars, Carb Goo, chocolate bars, or trail mix
15. Hat or Cap
16. Ground cover- tarp, rubber mat, or insulation mat
17. Sheet, light blanket, or sleeping bag
18. Towel or bandanna- if desired
19. Flash light- headlamp preferable with extra batteries
20. Light tent - if desired
21. Binding cord- Para-cord is fine
22. Four(4) or five(5) small trash bags
23. Extra one(1) gallon heavy-duty freezer bag, zip lock bag
24. Whistle
25. Water filter or other method of water purification
26. Matches- storm proof, or a lighter
27. Compass and/or GPS devise
28. Food storage bag of nylon or poly material, where all food and perishables will be stored
each night - Bear Bag
29. Small roll of toilet paper or biodegradable wipes- if desired
30. Great attitude and enthusiasm, with a commitment to finish.
Back pack:
This should weigh no more then twenty-five pounds(25 lbs.). All clothing items should be compressed and stored in one (1) gallon heavy duty, zip locking, freezer bag. Back packs will be checked before Saturday morning step-off. Plan to carry all items you are brining. Leave No Trace- Pack it in, pack it out, is the rule of the march. This includes cat holes for necessities. Leave each area better than you found it. All trash will be packed out in trash bags.
1. Extra pants and shirt- No cotton! -pants should have a mesh liner and be able to use for swimming and dry quickly
2. Light rain jacket and pants- if desired, or Poncho
3. Four(4) pairs of wool hiking socks- No cotton! (Smart Wool preferable)
Four(4) pairs of thin polyester liner socks to be worn under the wool socks.
4. Bug spray or lotion
5. Sun tan lotion- to be donated
6. Hygiene bag
7. Soap in container
8 Tooth brush and paste
9. Small bottle of powder
10. Skin lube or Vaseline- friction areas
11. First aide kit and moleskin for blisters
12. Knife and/or multi-use camp tool
13. Three canteens or 32 oz. wide mouth nalgene bottles, or Camel Back hydration unit
Plan on daily water consumption of one to two gallons. Marines have loaned us about 40 Camel Backs for the march; you do not need to buy one, if you register early.
14. Snacks: energy bars, Carb Goo, chocolate bars, or trail mix
15. Hat or Cap
16. Ground cover- tarp, rubber mat, or insulation mat
17. Sheet, light blanket, or sleeping bag
18. Towel or bandanna- if desired
19. Flash light- headlamp preferable with extra batteries
20. Light tent - if desired
21. Binding cord- Para-cord is fine
22. Four(4) or five(5) small trash bags
23. Extra one(1) gallon heavy-duty freezer bag, zip lock bag
24. Whistle
25. Water filter or other method of water purification
26. Matches- storm proof, or a lighter
27. Compass and/or GPS devise
28. Food storage bag of nylon or poly material, where all food and perishables will be stored
each night - Bear Bag
29. Small roll of toilet paper or biodegradable wipes- if desired
30. Great attitude and enthusiasm, with a commitment to finish.
Back pack:
This should weigh no more then twenty-five pounds(25 lbs.). All clothing items should be compressed and stored in one (1) gallon heavy duty, zip locking, freezer bag. Back packs will be checked before Saturday morning step-off. Plan to carry all items you are brining. Leave No Trace- Pack it in, pack it out, is the rule of the march. This includes cat holes for necessities. Leave each area better than you found it. All trash will be packed out in trash bags.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
A Mother's Love
Marchers,
I have had a few questions concerning the march from interested parties, notable mothers of marchers. So, as I walked the mower around the yard yesterday, twenty years of coaching, and twenty plus years of fathering came back to haunt me.
Men look at their sons, and want him to be able to take care of himself on his own. Generally, when a boy puts himself in a uncertain situation, a father looks at him to see how he takes care of it, then he will step in, if needed. In this way, the father knows that the son can take care of himself, and takes pride in the way he has raised the young man.
On the other hand, moms seem to have this inherent nature to nurture their young. They want to help their young, no matter the issue, thereby showing their love by care and protection.
What then develops is a Mom/ Dad issue, where the mom looks at the dad as lazy for observing the son's reaction to an issue and not doing anything about it, and the dad looks at the mom as too involved, too modle coddle as she runs interference for the son, shaming and damning others involved, to demonstrate her unique love.
This is a general thought of the sexes, and not an all the time occurrence. To use an absurd dramatization, lets us look at a male child with constipation issues. A mother will stand there and feel sympathy and empathy for the child, hurting for him as he strains, wanting the father to do something; this is her care nature. A father, on the other hand will stay in another room, waiting to hear the magic noise of success, and feeling almost proud when the lad makes his deposit, satisfied by the fact, the lad can make it on his own- he does not need anyone. This is his care nature. What happens in the communication between the two parents is that the mom sees the dad as useless, lazy and non-caring; the dad sees the mom as overbearing, too involved, and overly sensitive.
What I am trying to say is this: Mothers, do not worry about your son, if he signed up, then he is willing to handle nature and the physical discomfort of the march. Fathers do not worry about your son on this march. He will be feed, watered, encouraged and tested; this is what we want of our sons, to do something tough, and finish the mark. We, as men, expect nothing less form him.
Therefore, Mothers, be more concerned if your son signs up, and does not finish the march because it is too hot, too hard, or too exhausting; your husband will want to kick him right in the seat of his new dress.
OK, humor aside, any young man with a good pair of boots, plenty of water, 3,000 calories a day of food (One MRE has 3,000 calories only), and a small to medium back pack can make these hikes. It is mind over matter; if you questions his ability to make these hikes at 15, then you are questioning his youthful manhood, you are questioning his father's upbringing, you are questioning the man he will become. Question less, encourage more. Young men need to be encouraged and respected for their conduct and strength, not given a medal or a reward for participation.
If you are worried about your young man, adapt a Rest Point during the march. In this way, you can keep an eye on him, while providing the other marchers a meal.
Marchers: Train, train, train- for those who make it, they will receive a smile from their fathers, and a grudging respect for their role as young men. That young marchers, in time, will be far more valuable then that chrome plated plastic and wood in the attic. For this is what young men strive for; the respect of older men, and the ability to know, I can do anything I put my mind too.
"Saddle up, we're moving out!"
I have had a few questions concerning the march from interested parties, notable mothers of marchers. So, as I walked the mower around the yard yesterday, twenty years of coaching, and twenty plus years of fathering came back to haunt me.
Men look at their sons, and want him to be able to take care of himself on his own. Generally, when a boy puts himself in a uncertain situation, a father looks at him to see how he takes care of it, then he will step in, if needed. In this way, the father knows that the son can take care of himself, and takes pride in the way he has raised the young man.
On the other hand, moms seem to have this inherent nature to nurture their young. They want to help their young, no matter the issue, thereby showing their love by care and protection.
What then develops is a Mom/ Dad issue, where the mom looks at the dad as lazy for observing the son's reaction to an issue and not doing anything about it, and the dad looks at the mom as too involved, too modle coddle as she runs interference for the son, shaming and damning others involved, to demonstrate her unique love.
This is a general thought of the sexes, and not an all the time occurrence. To use an absurd dramatization, lets us look at a male child with constipation issues. A mother will stand there and feel sympathy and empathy for the child, hurting for him as he strains, wanting the father to do something; this is her care nature. A father, on the other hand will stay in another room, waiting to hear the magic noise of success, and feeling almost proud when the lad makes his deposit, satisfied by the fact, the lad can make it on his own- he does not need anyone. This is his care nature. What happens in the communication between the two parents is that the mom sees the dad as useless, lazy and non-caring; the dad sees the mom as overbearing, too involved, and overly sensitive.
What I am trying to say is this: Mothers, do not worry about your son, if he signed up, then he is willing to handle nature and the physical discomfort of the march. Fathers do not worry about your son on this march. He will be feed, watered, encouraged and tested; this is what we want of our sons, to do something tough, and finish the mark. We, as men, expect nothing less form him.
Therefore, Mothers, be more concerned if your son signs up, and does not finish the march because it is too hot, too hard, or too exhausting; your husband will want to kick him right in the seat of his new dress.
OK, humor aside, any young man with a good pair of boots, plenty of water, 3,000 calories a day of food (One MRE has 3,000 calories only), and a small to medium back pack can make these hikes. It is mind over matter; if you questions his ability to make these hikes at 15, then you are questioning his youthful manhood, you are questioning his father's upbringing, you are questioning the man he will become. Question less, encourage more. Young men need to be encouraged and respected for their conduct and strength, not given a medal or a reward for participation.
If you are worried about your young man, adapt a Rest Point during the march. In this way, you can keep an eye on him, while providing the other marchers a meal.
Marchers: Train, train, train- for those who make it, they will receive a smile from their fathers, and a grudging respect for their role as young men. That young marchers, in time, will be far more valuable then that chrome plated plastic and wood in the attic. For this is what young men strive for; the respect of older men, and the ability to know, I can do anything I put my mind too.
"Saddle up, we're moving out!"
Monday, May 17, 2010
These Boots Were Made For Walking
Marchers,
I saved up my dimes and just bought a pair of Merrell light weight hikers, for my tired old feet. They are Gore-Tex, and therefore water proof, but the balls of my feet have been burning, as I training on more hard top streets, then fields. There are many brands of hiking boots, but for our purposes we might want to use light weight hikers, as the terrain is not too tough, and the going will put quite a few miles on the "ole dogs".
Other quality hikers include: Danner, Vasque, Timberland, Montrail , Asolo, and many others. Cheaper brands include: New Balance, Converse, Hi Tech, Rocky and others. The sporting goods store near you will sell a variety of boots, just take them off the shelf for a spin on the carpet before you buy. You will need room for your feet to swell, so if you feel a hot spot, pressure point when you are just trying them on, it is a good bet you will have trouble later on. Remember ,the distance we have to go will be further then you may have gone before. Some stores sell all-terrian shoes, which are not too bad on the feet on an easy path, but if you plan to hike again, spend the money and buy a good pair.
Military boots are a good choice, but they are made for general purposes, and may not feel as comfortable as your sneakers; they are not suppose to be, you have to break them in. Breaking in a pair of boots takes time and distance of wear. Do not buy a pair of boots right before the hike, and wear them out of the box on the first day. You are asking for trouble, and trouble comes at a price of raised pain. Buy your boots early, and wear them on walks around the neighborhood, if you have not started training yet.
If you have not started training yet, get on with it! You do not have to be a Road Warrior, and join Mad Max Beyond the Thunder Doom, you just have to get out side, toss on the old pack, and fell the bite of the back pack's straps to get the body in hiking shape.
As the Duke said, " Saddle up, we're moving out".
I saved up my dimes and just bought a pair of Merrell light weight hikers, for my tired old feet. They are Gore-Tex, and therefore water proof, but the balls of my feet have been burning, as I training on more hard top streets, then fields. There are many brands of hiking boots, but for our purposes we might want to use light weight hikers, as the terrain is not too tough, and the going will put quite a few miles on the "ole dogs".
Other quality hikers include: Danner, Vasque, Timberland, Montrail , Asolo, and many others. Cheaper brands include: New Balance, Converse, Hi Tech, Rocky and others. The sporting goods store near you will sell a variety of boots, just take them off the shelf for a spin on the carpet before you buy. You will need room for your feet to swell, so if you feel a hot spot, pressure point when you are just trying them on, it is a good bet you will have trouble later on. Remember ,the distance we have to go will be further then you may have gone before. Some stores sell all-terrian shoes, which are not too bad on the feet on an easy path, but if you plan to hike again, spend the money and buy a good pair.
Military boots are a good choice, but they are made for general purposes, and may not feel as comfortable as your sneakers; they are not suppose to be, you have to break them in. Breaking in a pair of boots takes time and distance of wear. Do not buy a pair of boots right before the hike, and wear them out of the box on the first day. You are asking for trouble, and trouble comes at a price of raised pain. Buy your boots early, and wear them on walks around the neighborhood, if you have not started training yet.
If you have not started training yet, get on with it! You do not have to be a Road Warrior, and join Mad Max Beyond the Thunder Doom, you just have to get out side, toss on the old pack, and fell the bite of the back pack's straps to get the body in hiking shape.
As the Duke said, " Saddle up, we're moving out".
"You like me, right now, you like me!"
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The Course: Start, stop and the Inbetweens.
Marchers,
We will confirm with the Park Ranger today, but we have our course roughed out, with rest points selected. The total distance with be just short of 80 miles, but by walking to one of the bathroom near a camp site we can pick up the extra mileage, and still claim the 80 miles.
The stepping off point is Double lake Camping area, the first Rest Point is the intersection of Park Roads 207 and PR 202 near the Big Woods Hunter's Camp area, the second Rest Point is Huntsville State Park ,Parking Lot #7, the last Rest Point is Kelly's Pond, near the Stubblefield Camping area of Lake Conroe, while the terminus is Richard, Texas.
The thinking is, there will be a starting point and an ending point, instead of a loop. Parents can drop off at Doublefield, and pick up at Richard, Texas. Should a participant want to only march for two days, he can step off on Saturday morning, and be picked up on Sunday afternoon in Huntsville State Park. We will get maps and location on this site, so that all areas can be found more easily then with a state road map.
Later this week, organizers will head up North to the trail and make observations of the sites, along with pictures of the area. These too will be included on this site so that we can share the journey with those who cannot go or other interested parties.
Let's head 'em up, and move 'em out. We have the course.
We will confirm with the Park Ranger today, but we have our course roughed out, with rest points selected. The total distance with be just short of 80 miles, but by walking to one of the bathroom near a camp site we can pick up the extra mileage, and still claim the 80 miles.
The stepping off point is Double lake Camping area, the first Rest Point is the intersection of Park Roads 207 and PR 202 near the Big Woods Hunter's Camp area, the second Rest Point is Huntsville State Park ,Parking Lot #7, the last Rest Point is Kelly's Pond, near the Stubblefield Camping area of Lake Conroe, while the terminus is Richard, Texas.
The thinking is, there will be a starting point and an ending point, instead of a loop. Parents can drop off at Doublefield, and pick up at Richard, Texas. Should a participant want to only march for two days, he can step off on Saturday morning, and be picked up on Sunday afternoon in Huntsville State Park. We will get maps and location on this site, so that all areas can be found more easily then with a state road map.
Later this week, organizers will head up North to the trail and make observations of the sites, along with pictures of the area. These too will be included on this site so that we can share the journey with those who cannot go or other interested parties.
Let's head 'em up, and move 'em out. We have the course.
Honed
" As iron sharpens iron, one man sharpens another" Proverbs 27:17
I spent a few hours with Addison's Dad yesterday afternoon, discussing the course of the march: the beginning point, the end point, and the various rest points along the way. He is as fine a man as is his son; you can see by both parents the type man Addison has become. Addison and I spent about fifteen minutes together, looking over the map and making comments. He is a man in the spring of his youth, I am meeting my fall.
As I left his house, I began to question why is his cure so important to me. He is not my son, yet he is; he is not my friend, yet he is; he is not my peer, yet he is. He is the type of young man I would want to be, if I had to live my life over again. He has a quiet strength, yet he is not afraid to let his thoughts known. He has a sense of humor, but he does not inflict harm. He can lead, but he knows how to follow orders. He does not seek your sympathy, but he will get your respect. That is the type of man you want to work for; that is the type of man you strive to be.
When coach, I try to read eyes; if you see understanding in the eyes of your men, understanding without fear, they will go where you lead them. If there is a lack of understanding, and or fear, they can go nowhere. They cannot lead or follow, they are paralyzed.
That is what my eyes must reflect when looked into by God; I have been paralyzed by my current life. I have been afraid to go one way, and fearful to go the other. I never had to worry about this with Addison, when I looked into his eyes there was trust and understanding. I think, in some way, I was sharpening him.
He does not know it, but now Addison is sharpening me. His iron, his strength, through this ordeal, is sharpening me. By this march, now it is my turn to sharpen him, if only in a small way. He will not know the keen edge he has honed on me, nor will I know what type of edge I have helped him shape, but based on the time spent with his Dad yesterday, Addison is already razor sharp; "as iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another".
I spent a few hours with Addison's Dad yesterday afternoon, discussing the course of the march: the beginning point, the end point, and the various rest points along the way. He is as fine a man as is his son; you can see by both parents the type man Addison has become. Addison and I spent about fifteen minutes together, looking over the map and making comments. He is a man in the spring of his youth, I am meeting my fall.
As I left his house, I began to question why is his cure so important to me. He is not my son, yet he is; he is not my friend, yet he is; he is not my peer, yet he is. He is the type of young man I would want to be, if I had to live my life over again. He has a quiet strength, yet he is not afraid to let his thoughts known. He has a sense of humor, but he does not inflict harm. He can lead, but he knows how to follow orders. He does not seek your sympathy, but he will get your respect. That is the type of man you want to work for; that is the type of man you strive to be.
When coach, I try to read eyes; if you see understanding in the eyes of your men, understanding without fear, they will go where you lead them. If there is a lack of understanding, and or fear, they can go nowhere. They cannot lead or follow, they are paralyzed.
That is what my eyes must reflect when looked into by God; I have been paralyzed by my current life. I have been afraid to go one way, and fearful to go the other. I never had to worry about this with Addison, when I looked into his eyes there was trust and understanding. I think, in some way, I was sharpening him.
He does not know it, but now Addison is sharpening me. His iron, his strength, through this ordeal, is sharpening me. By this march, now it is my turn to sharpen him, if only in a small way. He will not know the keen edge he has honed on me, nor will I know what type of edge I have helped him shape, but based on the time spent with his Dad yesterday, Addison is already razor sharp; "as iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another".
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Rain will come
Marchers,
The much needed rain came with a bang of the screen door, and gully washer of a current coasting through my back yard, taking the dry soil and moving it outside the back gate.
It gave me time this morning, to head to Academy and purchase some hiking socks and deciding, with the wet streets and dark clouds, to buy a back pack rain cover. I think the color was just right, as it had an orange glow to it, I thought of the Orange Crush defense of the Denver Broncos, I thought of Addison.
Therefore, my new back pack cover is a bright orange, with the, www.addisonmarshallcrushcancer.org", web site address scribbled on the back. I am taking it for a spin this afternoon, so if you see a middle aged male humping a back pack- does not sound like a good thing, or waltzing Matilda along the side of the road, honk your horn and let me know you support Addison also.
Should you healthy marcher determine to get a back pack rain cover, try to get orange, and let's Orange Crush Cancer Together.
The much needed rain came with a bang of the screen door, and gully washer of a current coasting through my back yard, taking the dry soil and moving it outside the back gate.
It gave me time this morning, to head to Academy and purchase some hiking socks and deciding, with the wet streets and dark clouds, to buy a back pack rain cover. I think the color was just right, as it had an orange glow to it, I thought of the Orange Crush defense of the Denver Broncos, I thought of Addison.
Therefore, my new back pack cover is a bright orange, with the, www.addisonmarshallcrushcancer.org", web site address scribbled on the back. I am taking it for a spin this afternoon, so if you see a middle aged male humping a back pack- does not sound like a good thing, or waltzing Matilda along the side of the road, honk your horn and let me know you support Addison also.
Should you healthy marcher determine to get a back pack rain cover, try to get orange, and let's Orange Crush Cancer Together.
Friday, May 14, 2010
What is required.....
He has showed you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God? Micah 6:8
Marchers,
What is required of us, is to share this march with others and get the word out. What is required of you as a marcher, is to train and be prepared to walk the distance, and make the march. What is graciously accepted is your time, and your energy, and your commitment.
Besides the heavy pack walk yesterday for me, I spent about 45 minutes riding my bike to increase the strength in my upper legs. The idea is to be able to make the walk, the distance without suffering to greatly.
You do not take a test without studying, you do not increase your bench press by hoping and thinking on it. No, you prepare for a test, you prepare for a major lift, by taking the time to build up to it. If you are young and strong, you will make it, but it is the mental game you have to play with yourself, it is the mind which must be overcome. In times of stress, or times of extreme physical activity one must be prepared for the trial. Therefore, the marcher must be prepared for the hike.
I had the pleasure of joining, as one Gunnery Sergeant explained it, the University of Science, Music and Culture- USMC. Because of the influence of John Wayne, and "The Sands of Iwo Jima", I joined up to be a ground pounder, an 0311, a "Grunt". While in Minnesota, we endured the out door climate of -30 degrees, with a -60 degree chill factor, and then had to wait on a helicopter to pick us up. I thought I had never been colder. Then I was. I think I was colder in Korea, but then I think I may have been colder in Norway, or was in Mt. Fuji, Japan in the rain, but one thing remand constant, the Marine Corps, always kept us moving, always kept us training, and never let us forget our mission.
We, the marcher, have a mission. That is to start and finish the march with all hands in good shape. That requires a certain amount of discipline and training. With that in mind, my fine marchers, take the time to train, take the time to harden yourself to the march. We are required to walk humbly, but with strength on our journey through life, but we must always walk with strength and purpose. Remember, we are, Marching with Marshall.
Marchers,
What is required of us, is to share this march with others and get the word out. What is required of you as a marcher, is to train and be prepared to walk the distance, and make the march. What is graciously accepted is your time, and your energy, and your commitment.
Besides the heavy pack walk yesterday for me, I spent about 45 minutes riding my bike to increase the strength in my upper legs. The idea is to be able to make the walk, the distance without suffering to greatly.
You do not take a test without studying, you do not increase your bench press by hoping and thinking on it. No, you prepare for a test, you prepare for a major lift, by taking the time to build up to it. If you are young and strong, you will make it, but it is the mental game you have to play with yourself, it is the mind which must be overcome. In times of stress, or times of extreme physical activity one must be prepared for the trial. Therefore, the marcher must be prepared for the hike.
I had the pleasure of joining, as one Gunnery Sergeant explained it, the University of Science, Music and Culture- USMC. Because of the influence of John Wayne, and "The Sands of Iwo Jima", I joined up to be a ground pounder, an 0311, a "Grunt". While in Minnesota, we endured the out door climate of -30 degrees, with a -60 degree chill factor, and then had to wait on a helicopter to pick us up. I thought I had never been colder. Then I was. I think I was colder in Korea, but then I think I may have been colder in Norway, or was in Mt. Fuji, Japan in the rain, but one thing remand constant, the Marine Corps, always kept us moving, always kept us training, and never let us forget our mission.
We, the marcher, have a mission. That is to start and finish the march with all hands in good shape. That requires a certain amount of discipline and training. With that in mind, my fine marchers, take the time to train, take the time to harden yourself to the march. We are required to walk humbly, but with strength on our journey through life, but we must always walk with strength and purpose. Remember, we are, Marching with Marshall.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Age Requirment and miscellaneous information
Marchers,
Please look on facebook and become a fan of , "Marching with Marshall", when you have time. In this way, we can get the word out to others we are somehow connected to.
I would like to clear up an age issue for those who want to go on the march. If you are fourteen (14), and older you may march with us as an individual, a man of character. If you are thirteen or younger, I will ask that one of your parents make the trek with you. This will guarantee that the youth can either make the march, or his parents already know he cannot.
The march is taking a new course in relation to the number of days the march will take. For both logistical and personal reasons, the course will be about 80 miles long, and we will take four days to march it. This will make us average twenty miles a day, along the march. At the 40 mile mark, we will loop the course around and march back, using the same rest point sites on the return. Hopefully, more marchers can find it easier to do the 80 miles. four day march, then the 129 miles/ six day march.
Happy training, Mac
Please look on facebook and become a fan of , "Marching with Marshall", when you have time. In this way, we can get the word out to others we are somehow connected to.
I would like to clear up an age issue for those who want to go on the march. If you are fourteen (14), and older you may march with us as an individual, a man of character. If you are thirteen or younger, I will ask that one of your parents make the trek with you. This will guarantee that the youth can either make the march, or his parents already know he cannot.
The march is taking a new course in relation to the number of days the march will take. For both logistical and personal reasons, the course will be about 80 miles long, and we will take four days to march it. This will make us average twenty miles a day, along the march. At the 40 mile mark, we will loop the course around and march back, using the same rest point sites on the return. Hopefully, more marchers can find it easier to do the 80 miles. four day march, then the 129 miles/ six day march.
Happy training, Mac
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Waltzing Matilda
Marchers,
I changed up my work out, and hit the heavy pack yesterday. I took just under thirty five pounds, and forced marched in the grass near the bayou to get use to the un-even ground.
The nice things about getting use to these boots, using the grass and not the road for foot conditioning is good socks. Columbia, Thorlo, Fox River, and other manufacturers make some fine socks with merino wool to control friction, and made-made fibers to wick away moisture. Do not use cotton as is absorbs moisture which increases friction.
These training walks are a great way to get comfortable with your boots and socks, because, besides your pack, this will be the real cause of discomfort on our march. Though Wal-Mart may have a few socks to check out, go to a sports store, like Academy here in Texas, go into the shoe section, and find the hiking area. There will be a few boot selections, and many socks to choice form. Always buy socks that come up above thew top of your boot to control chaffing in that area.
For further reference, take a look at the web site listed below:
http://www.hiking-gear-and-equipment-used-for-camping.com/hiking-socks.html
I changed boots for this walk, and put on my Corcoran desert boots. It was a nice change, and will harden my feet in different areas, while still conditioning them. As the old Aussies use to say, let's go Waltzing Matilda- hiking with the pack on- and get ready for our March.
Walk On, My Friend
I changed up my work out, and hit the heavy pack yesterday. I took just under thirty five pounds, and forced marched in the grass near the bayou to get use to the un-even ground.
The nice things about getting use to these boots, using the grass and not the road for foot conditioning is good socks. Columbia, Thorlo, Fox River, and other manufacturers make some fine socks with merino wool to control friction, and made-made fibers to wick away moisture. Do not use cotton as is absorbs moisture which increases friction.
These training walks are a great way to get comfortable with your boots and socks, because, besides your pack, this will be the real cause of discomfort on our march. Though Wal-Mart may have a few socks to check out, go to a sports store, like Academy here in Texas, go into the shoe section, and find the hiking area. There will be a few boot selections, and many socks to choice form. Always buy socks that come up above thew top of your boot to control chaffing in that area.
For further reference, take a look at the web site listed below:
http://www.hiking-gear-and-equipment-used-for-camping.com/hiking-socks.html
I changed boots for this walk, and put on my Corcoran desert boots. It was a nice change, and will harden my feet in different areas, while still conditioning them. As the old Aussies use to say, let's go Waltzing Matilda- hiking with the pack on- and get ready for our March.
Walk On, My Friend
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
On the trail; The agressive trait
"Aggression is part of the masculine design, we are hardwired for it...Little girls do not invent games where large numbers of people die, where blood shed is a perquisite for having fun. Hockey, for example, was not a feminine creation. Nor was boxing. A boy wants to attack something, and so does a man, even if it's only a little white ball on a tee."
John Eldredge
Marchers,
I have watched many fine men fight their own health battles, and , in my mind, I saw myself stand their helplessly, and watch this fight, wanting to attack something in my helplessness, and not knowing what to do to help.
This march is not a cure, nor will it pay for a cure, it is solely a show of solidarity. It is the aggressive nature of a man, that makes him want to attack his enemy; that makes him seek a thing or person to attack.
Thanking about this area of my gender nature, maybe this march is for me, for us. maybe this march, is a way not only to show support, but conquer our helplessness as we stand on the sidelines and watch Addison's battle. I am tired, not from the physical aspect of sitting around watching others, but the mental tightness of the spring of doing nothing. A physical thing, a physical something is a great way to release the spring. Let' march; let's do something aggressive together, and build a bond of togetherness; a sense of belonging to each other, and caring for one another and Addison as we attack the march in support of one of our own.
John Eldredge
Marchers,
I have watched many fine men fight their own health battles, and , in my mind, I saw myself stand their helplessly, and watch this fight, wanting to attack something in my helplessness, and not knowing what to do to help.
This march is not a cure, nor will it pay for a cure, it is solely a show of solidarity. It is the aggressive nature of a man, that makes him want to attack his enemy; that makes him seek a thing or person to attack.
Thanking about this area of my gender nature, maybe this march is for me, for us. maybe this march, is a way not only to show support, but conquer our helplessness as we stand on the sidelines and watch Addison's battle. I am tired, not from the physical aspect of sitting around watching others, but the mental tightness of the spring of doing nothing. A physical thing, a physical something is a great way to release the spring. Let' march; let's do something aggressive together, and build a bond of togetherness; a sense of belonging to each other, and caring for one another and Addison as we attack the march in support of one of our own.
'Charge the Trail, Take the Challenge...and march!
Prayer for the Day
"O Lord, we are about to join battle with vastly superior numbers of the enemy, and Heavenly Father, we would mighty like for you to be on our side and help us. But if You can't do it, for Christ's sake don't go over to the Mexicans, but just lie low and You will see one of the damnedest fights You've ever seen". "Charge!"
Capt. Jack Coffee Hays: Texas Ranger
"Me and Red Wing not afraid to go to hell together.Captain Jack heap brave; not afraid to go to hell by himself."
Pray as if it depends upon God, act as if it depends upon you. "Charge the trail, Take the Challenge"!
"O Lord, we are about to join battle with vastly superior numbers of the enemy, and Heavenly Father, we would mighty like for you to be on our side and help us. But if You can't do it, for Christ's sake don't go over to the Mexicans, but just lie low and You will see one of the damnedest fights You've ever seen". "Charge!"
Capt. Jack Coffee Hays: Texas Ranger
"Me and Red Wing not afraid to go to hell together.Captain Jack heap brave; not afraid to go to hell by himself."
Pray as if it depends upon God, act as if it depends upon you. "Charge the trail, Take the Challenge"!
Planning stages
Marchers,
We have been contacted by the president of the Lion's Club in Huntsville, Jason Dyches, that they will help find radio operators for us to provide support during the march. This will reinforce the U.S. Army's tentative offer of supporting us with comm. We are still waiting to hear from the Army. They were also talking about a "water buffalo" to be used at rest points along the way of the march. I will be contacting them today.
The Marine's at Ellington Field were in fine form this morning, as they loaned us some hydration units and camo netting so we could set up a Command Post at each rest point. A special thanks goes out to First Sergent Stevens and Sgt. McKeta for their help and assistance with equipment for the march. "Up in the morning with the rising sun", must be Sgt. Mcketa's MO, as he was already in place at 0600 standing by for my arrival. You cannot beat that kind of service.
Medics or EMT people are a safety concern, and though the Army is checking into having one stand by, I will need to contact the EMT and firemen from both the Richmond and the Huntsville areas and see if they will volunteer their time for the march.
There has been a thought shopped around from interested parties as to food preparation, though a generous, remaining anonymous source has provided on-the-trail food, we would still like to find some organization who would like to sponsor a nightly rest point, and have a hot meal for the marchers each night of the journey. Perhaps not just businesses, but mothers of the marchers might want to coordinate this and feed these hunger hikers, and, in this way, also check on their sons. It could well be a "family affair"of those marshaling for Marshall.
Soon we will have a connections with the, www.addisonmarshallcrushcancer.com", site. Interested parties can then find us, and begin to prepare for the march. Help me/us get the word out. Set the date for, JUNE 12th, and start your training.
We have been contacted by the president of the Lion's Club in Huntsville, Jason Dyches, that they will help find radio operators for us to provide support during the march. This will reinforce the U.S. Army's tentative offer of supporting us with comm. We are still waiting to hear from the Army. They were also talking about a "water buffalo" to be used at rest points along the way of the march. I will be contacting them today.
The Marine's at Ellington Field were in fine form this morning, as they loaned us some hydration units and camo netting so we could set up a Command Post at each rest point. A special thanks goes out to First Sergent Stevens and Sgt. McKeta for their help and assistance with equipment for the march. "Up in the morning with the rising sun", must be Sgt. Mcketa's MO, as he was already in place at 0600 standing by for my arrival. You cannot beat that kind of service.
Medics or EMT people are a safety concern, and though the Army is checking into having one stand by, I will need to contact the EMT and firemen from both the Richmond and the Huntsville areas and see if they will volunteer their time for the march.
There has been a thought shopped around from interested parties as to food preparation, though a generous, remaining anonymous source has provided on-the-trail food, we would still like to find some organization who would like to sponsor a nightly rest point, and have a hot meal for the marchers each night of the journey. Perhaps not just businesses, but mothers of the marchers might want to coordinate this and feed these hunger hikers, and, in this way, also check on their sons. It could well be a "family affair"of those marshaling for Marshall.
Soon we will have a connections with the, www.addisonmarshallcrushcancer.com", site. Interested parties can then find us, and begin to prepare for the march. Help me/us get the word out. Set the date for, JUNE 12th, and start your training.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Training Guide...of sorts
Fellow Marchers,
Yesterday the work out was non-existent, as the flavor of the day was parental responsibilities; a heavy mixture of anger, love and dread.
Therefore today's work out were the step ups, and light weight plate squats. This is to build the quad up for repetitive and increasing hiking steps. Tonight is a rapid walk with light weight in the pack, maybe five to six miles.
Back pack weight depends on what your bring, but plan on twenty pounds as an average, and twenty five to thirty pounds as a heavy weighted day. Fifty pounds would be too much, especially starting out.
I would like to out line a training guide of sorts, if you do not already have one, as we train for the March.
Monday- Fast walk with little or no weights; step ups and light squats with plate or kettle-bell
Tuesday- Weighted walk, a bit more weight then you will take on the March
Wednesday- Ride bike, jog, cross train
Thursday- Weighted walk, with a bit more then you would normally take on March
Friday- Fast walk, or walk jog; add steps ups and plate squats or kettle-bell squats
Saturday- Long hike with normal weighted back pack
Sunday- rest or walk
Let your Monday/ Friday fast walks be about one hour, and build up to two, then three.
Let your Tuesday/Thursday weighted walks start at about one hour, and build up to about one and a half hours.
Wednesday and Sundays are good days to cross train and recover.
Saturday is your increasingly tough day, where you will need to build up to about four to five hours of back packing pleasure; take your time and enjoy the walk; take plenty of water, and a friend if possible.
State parks are a good place to start your long walks. In our area, Texas Gulf Coast, Brazos Bend is a nice walk, but you may have to make a few loops. Other areas that make for good walks include Bastrop, Lost maples, and Enchanted Rock Sate Parks.
Happy packing and take plenty of water.
Yesterday the work out was non-existent, as the flavor of the day was parental responsibilities; a heavy mixture of anger, love and dread.
Therefore today's work out were the step ups, and light weight plate squats. This is to build the quad up for repetitive and increasing hiking steps. Tonight is a rapid walk with light weight in the pack, maybe five to six miles.
Back pack weight depends on what your bring, but plan on twenty pounds as an average, and twenty five to thirty pounds as a heavy weighted day. Fifty pounds would be too much, especially starting out.
I would like to out line a training guide of sorts, if you do not already have one, as we train for the March.
Monday- Fast walk with little or no weights; step ups and light squats with plate or kettle-bell
Tuesday- Weighted walk, a bit more weight then you will take on the March
Wednesday- Ride bike, jog, cross train
Thursday- Weighted walk, with a bit more then you would normally take on March
Friday- Fast walk, or walk jog; add steps ups and plate squats or kettle-bell squats
Saturday- Long hike with normal weighted back pack
Sunday- rest or walk
Let your Monday/ Friday fast walks be about one hour, and build up to two, then three.
Let your Tuesday/Thursday weighted walks start at about one hour, and build up to about one and a half hours.
Wednesday and Sundays are good days to cross train and recover.
Saturday is your increasingly tough day, where you will need to build up to about four to five hours of back packing pleasure; take your time and enjoy the walk; take plenty of water, and a friend if possible.
State parks are a good place to start your long walks. In our area, Texas Gulf Coast, Brazos Bend is a nice walk, but you may have to make a few loops. Other areas that make for good walks include Bastrop, Lost maples, and Enchanted Rock Sate Parks.
Happy packing and take plenty of water.
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