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Wilson Experience

  • Frank
  • Sep 15, 2019
  • 2 min read

Up early as storms are coming in by noon and i want to get to Ft Jefferson shelter on the border trail asap. Out of camp by 6am. I walk a gravel service road for 2 1/2 miles along the 28 three bladed beasts. The trail finally, thankfully dips into the woods for a bit. 1/2 mile in and i do a routine reach back to see if Mini Murph is ok and, shiite, he is not there. A momentary panic overcomes me,  “breath, breath.”  I put my rain cover on my backpack, stash it in the woods, as the rain is coming, and take my rain jacket and begin searching my back trail.   The 1/2 mile back to the service road turns up nothing and by now I have shed a few tears. 2200 miles with my little buddy and now I am on this stupid ass Canada jaunt and I have lost Murph. I am Tom Hanks with Wilson drifting off to the horizon. “No, I will stay here as long as it takes to find Murph”.  The storm is coming so I decide to backtrack the service road. I run. Five miles later, no Murph. Back into the woods at a snails pace. By the time I get back to my backpack with no Murph i am tearing up again. “MURPH” i yell. I am not leaving him to rot in the woods. I head back to begin my search again and there, not twenty feet away lies my little buddy.  So i cry again and we do an awesome NorthWoods celebratory dance. Damn stressful and i am now 2 1/2 hours behind with a storm coming. Beating myself up for piss poor s & r technique but i have murph.  Rain starts an hour later and by 2 pm i am shaking, cold and hungry. Get to Fort Jefferson Shelter by 4 and get into sleeping bag and hot food. Asleep by 5 pm

 
 
 

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About Frank

Frank, a Father of 3, Papa of 7 never sits still for long! He is passionate about exploring and conquering new quests and is always looking forward to the next one!

In 2019, Frank embarked on his life long dream of hiking the AT, which he accomplished over a 5 month period! Just over a year later, in November 2020, he spent 8 weeks biking from San Diego, CA to New Smyrna Beach, FL.

Ten months after returning home, in November of 2021, Frank was diagnosed with a rare form of Lymphoma. The outlook was not promising, but Frank prevailed and is doing better than ever! It was one more conquered quest , albeit unplanned. 

He is now embarking on a canoe trip along the Missouri River and will be raising money and awareness for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.

 

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