Living in Unthinkable Times...

"Four planes? That many people willing to die for the same cause at the same time? If any writer had turned in a story like this, the publisher would have just handed it back and said, 'No way. Not believable.' " 

Post 9/11  quote from Tom Clancy (American military-science Novelist)

In modern history what occurred on September 11th, 2001 was beyond the vivid imagination of a bestselling novelist. On that day, 2,977 people (including dozens of Muslims) were vanquished on what should have been just another day of work. 

We who lived through it have images imprinted in our minds of the two jets T-boning the Twin Towers, the aftermath of the Pentagon hit and UA flight 93’s forced crash landing in a Somerset County, PA field.

That day was an American nightmare. 

9/11 changed the way Americans do business. We now are willing to remove our shoes, empty our pockets, subject ourselves to multiple ID checks, pat downs and full body scans to gain access to a cramped seat on an airplane. We forego our freedom of personal space and privacy to make it harder for the “Bad Guys” to board an airplane.

Yet, most Americans don’t give a lot of thought to the yearly statistics of a clear and present danger.  “In 2017, gun deaths reached their highest level since 1968 with 39,773 deaths by firearm, of which 23,854 were by suicide and 14,542 were homicides.” ( Source Wikipedia ). I suppose they reason, that stuff happens to other people, it won’t happen to me. 

Which leads me to a story concerning thinking the unthinkable.

It was almost a decade ago that I attended Tucson’s Jewish Film Festival.  It was a warm spring evening so I bicycled to the theater. After purchasing a ticket, I  scanned the crowd. Simply stated most of my fellow film fans looked Jewish. (There’s approximately 25,000 Jews in Tucson). However one young man stood out. He was tall, gawky and dark haired. He was dressed in full-on camo. He was carrying a mid-sized backpack. It too was camo colored. I’ll describe him in a simple way too. There was nothing about the Dude that was screaming out, “I was once a Bar Mitzvah Boy!” He was standing by the snack stand ordering a beer. 

Knowing there are people in the World who don’t like Jews, I was more than concerned on what was in his backpack. I angled through the crowd, coming in from his left side, I faked a stumble while thrusting my right shoulder into the pack. Fortunately the pack  squished. No thuds or clanks. Probably, no weapons. I looked him in the eye and apologized for my faux fall. 

I felt greatly relieved, so I bought an IPA. 

Many of you are now probably thinking, “Oh Jeff! You are so paranoid,” or “You need to forget you were once in Emergency Services.” 

Here’s my answer.  I’m going to remain vigilant. I’m going to avoid most crowds. I’ll continue to be aware of my surroundings. I’ll still watch who’s coming in through the front door. I’ll check people’s hips to see if they are carrying a sidearm. 

Think: 

A Sunday Church Service. Sutherland Springs, TX. 26 dead, 20 wounded. November 5th, 2017.

A Sabbath Synagogue Service. Pittsburgh, PA. 11 dead, 10 wounded. October 27, 2018.

A shopping spree at Walmart. El Paso, TX. 22 dead, 24 wounded. August 3, 2019. 

A night at the movies. Aurora, CO. 12 dead, 58 wounded by gunfire. July 20, 2012.

A day of college classes. Virginia Tech University, Blacksburg, VA. 32 dead, 17 wounded. April 16, 2007

An evening of Country and Western music. Las Vegas, NV. 58 dead, 422 wounded. October 1, 2017.

Lastly, (there are many others) a day of learning the “Three R’s”. Newtown, CT. Sandy Hook Elementary School. 26 dead, 20 between the ages of 6-7. December 14, 2012.

After Newtown, I thought surly this would trigger a response for reasonable gun control legislation from our Nation’s politicians. I waited and waited, and only saw the usual platitudes. 

It was at that moment when I realized America could no longer lay claim to being a civilized nation. School kids were now considered fair game. 

Once again, those partners in mayhem, the Gun Manufactures and NRA proclaimed the usual drivel. It’s not a gun problem, it’s a mental health problem! 

The US does have a lot of unstable people, yet we don’t own a monopoly on mental health problems in the World. What we do own is a lot of guns. Heaps of them. “The Small Arms Survey stated that U.S. civilians alone account for 393 million (about 46 percent) of the worldwide total of civilian held firearms. This amounts to "120.5 firearms for every 100 residents." (Mind you. Americans make up a mere 4.4% of the World’s population) 

Apparently some of those firearms fall into the paws and claws of unhinged, angry Born in the USA type people. Hence in 2017, the equivalent of the entire city of Jacksonville, TX (14,500 population, 2010 Census) would have been murdered with bullet exhaling weapons. 

Until many Americans stop thinking of the Second Amendment as the Eleventh Commandment. “Thou shalt own many firearms to covet and collect.” Nothing will change. We will continue to be a Badass uncivilized country. One nation under God and Guns.

The US has a social disease. It’s gun related violence. America refuses to change the ways we do business in the sale, type and availability of firearms. 

(Book suggestion “Lethal Passage” by Erik Larson).

For the record, I do not own anything more dangerous than a few Swiss Army Knives. 

Last photo says it all.

Bullet proof backpacks for children

Shame on us.

At least I didn’t have to cut my arm...

off. 

Was about the most positive thing I could think of when an uneventful day of hiking became an eventful day. 

After four nights of blissful, quiet camping northwest of Lake City, I checked the maps to see if I could do an short, easy hike before driving back home to Durango. I was in luck. The Colorado Trail and the Continental Divide Trail bisected Spring Creek Pass on Highway 149. Bingo! 

Heading east from the Pass would take me to Snow Mesa. My National Geographic map showed the trail was just south of the Continental Divide where Baldy Cinco resided. It’s a prominence of 13,379’. Surely there must be a social trail heading off the CT/CDT to gain those peaks. 

It was a forested uphill slog to the lip of the Mesa. What I saw then was Kansas flatness (minus the wheat) stretching out for miles. It was also compellingly beautiful. To my left, were the peaks. I kept looking for a trail heading off toward them. None. I decided to go cross country aiming for a saddle between the two high lumps.  I angled up along the tussock grass towards what I thought was the higher Baldy Cinco. It was steep. On top I was rewarded with Colorado county size views and an eight foot rock cairn. I pulled out my PB&J sandwiches and my map. I checked out the surrounding region. Hmmm...that must be the Skyline Trail on the lower saddle just below me. 

At 10:54 am, I sent my family a selfie summit shot wishing them all “a safe and happy Labor Day Weekend.” A few minutes later, I did the same for my billions of Facebook fans. I repacked my gear and headed downhill. 

Later on I realized I summited “No es Baldy Cinco.” ( A lovable local name). At 13, 227’, it’s still pretty impressive rising out of the somewhat featureless tableland. 

It took awhile before I gained the level ground again. I walked perpendicular to the peaks figuring I’d run into the CT/CDT. I didn’t. How could that be? They were around here hours ago. Who took them? I walked some more across the eye catching sameness. Still nothing. I sat down, pulled out my map and tried to figure out where I was. I wish I could say I was Sir Ernest Shackleton cool, but I wasn’t. This is what I knew. I couldn’t find what I was looking for. I knew there seemed to be a trail near the top of “No es Cinco Baldy.” I made a quick game plan. I’d ascend the prominence again and exit out what I figured was the Skyline Trail. So that’s what I did. 

Skyline Trail? petered out in no time. I followed the lay of the land knowing (according to my map) the trail eventually plunges down the Tumble Creek drainage. At a lower saddle, I stumbled upon a solid looking trail. I pulled out my phone, I had two bars and 80% battery power. After opening the “My Altitude” app, I ascertained the coordinates and the elevation. I scrawled the info on my map. (Yes, a pen is survival gear.) I called 911. It was 2:14 pm. 

“911. What is your emergency?”

“I’m not quite sure of my location near Baldy Cinco. I have my coordinates and elevation and was hoping you could tell me if I’m on Skyline Trail. I’m sure you have better access to a topo map than I do.” She didn’t really know what to do, so she forwarded my call to the Hindsdale County Sheriff.

I spoke to a young sounding sheriff who quickly passed the phone to an older sounding one. He took my coordinates and went to work. 

It took some time as I watched my battery power decline, “So?  Am I on the Skyline Trail?”

“Yes. Stay on it and eventually you will come out to a dirt road. Highway 149 is about two miles away.” 

“OK. I’ll call you back so you know I made it out. If not come looking for me. You have my last set of coordinates.” 

The trail sputtered and popped. Sometimes it resembled a ghost vanishing act, sometimes a deer/elk/cattle track other times well trodden. I kept moving. No breaks. No giving myself a high five and breaking out the IPA and cake. I stayed focused. I wasn’t out of this yet. Two hours later, I came across the following sign. I knew where I was now. I took a sip of tepid water. Two hitch hikes later, I was back in my van. The time was 4:46 pm.

Here’s what I did wrong. 

In my haste to make “No es Baldy Cinco”, I was focused on the summit goal. I wasn’t turning around to pick out meager landmarks on where I left the CT/CDT. My bad. 

I got cocky. I was in unfamiliar territory. I needed to pay more attention, not less. I’ve had a string of no problem years of hiking (for the most part) without losing my way. I became temporarily immune to screwing up.

Here’s what I did right.

I got an early start. I moved quickly. World famous mountaineer Ed Viesturs wrote in “No Shortcuts to the Top,”  speed is a safety factor. Being quick buys you time. Getting 

farblondzhet (lost in Yiddish) is better when there’s six hours of daylight left, then at sunset. It’s the same if an injury slows you down. 

I carry enough gear to survive a night out. My day pack is the weight of many ultra lite aficionados multi-day backpacks. I had a Windstopper hoodie jacket and three layers of fleece. For eats, there were two Clif Bars and two spare oranges. I pocket a map for the big picture.  I have a Bic lighter to start a warming fire. I had a pen. I carried a cell phone which I leave off 95% of the time. It would have been an IPA-less and coffee in the morning less experience, but I probably would have survived. I DO NOT carry a Swiss Army Knife to cut off my arm. (My apologies to Aron Ralston).

I did not “bend the map.” In Laurence Gonzales’ thought provoking read, “Deep Survival” he mentions the term. In other words, making what you want to believe fit the reality of the map. (Not that Sari or maps are irrefutable). I thought I knew where I was (Skyline Trail) but I called 911 for a second opinion. It worked out this time due to cell phone coverage and a Sheriff who did the leg work of checking my position. 

It’s not easy writing a blog in which I admit to making a lot of mistakes. Yet, I did write it. If this blog gets the attention of one person, maybe they will avoid the errors I made, After all, I’m past the age of going into burning buildings and performing other crazy acts of heroism to make a difference. 

Please have a safe and happy Labor Day Weekend. What’s left of it.

BTW. Can anyone recommend an app to keep me on the trails?

Cheers,

Jeff marked safe and sound in Durango, CO.

Last photo.

I have prayer flags watching my back.

The Art of the Deal vs. the Art of ...

War. 

In this corner representing the United States of America stands President Donald Trump (spit!). The former reality TV star and present day Commander in Tweet is 73 years old, weighs 243# and stands at 6’3”. He is the disputed author of “Trump: The Art of the Deal.” The real author is Tony Schwartz, who states the book should be “recategorized as fiction.” 

This former NY Times bestseller is part memoir, part how-to business guide. There’s pages about Don’s early years growing up in a log cabin with a dirt floor. (Whoops! Wrong President!) The book goes on to give 11 get rich quick ideas to all wannabe billionaires who happened to have inherited beaucoup bucks from their fathers. A notable quote says it all.

“I promote bravado. I play to people's fantasies. People may not always think big themselves. but they can get very excited by those who do. That is why a little hyperbole never hurts. People want to believe that something is the biggest, the greatest and the most spectacular.” 

In other words, if you can’t Wow them with facts, Wow them with “alternative facts.” AKA: Bull Poop. 💩 

BTW: Trump has filed Chapter 11 bankruptcies six times in his business career.  Then there was that $25,000,000 settlement to the students/suckers who bought into the fraudulent claims of Trump University.

Accepting business advice from this book would be like paying attention to a vegetarian explaining the best way to prepare and grill a steak. 

Despite all this, the Art of the Deal is “The Chosen One’s” favorite book. It’s probably the only book he’s ever read. 

Now we’ll expound about the “Tariff Man’s” opponent. China. 

A little about China. There’s nothing a little about it. China is the most populated country in the world. (Nearly one out of every five humans is Chinese). Size-wise it’s the third largest country in the world. As far as age goes China has been around the sun a few times. There’s over 3,000 years of recorded history. (I know it wasn’t written in English.) China was once called the “Sleeping Giant.” Well, Goliath is now awake and fully caffeinated. China’s economy is second only to the US. Globally, it’s a tough country to ignore.

China is all the above and possesses a secret weapon. His name is General Sun Tzu. He wrote the “Art of War” in the late 6th century BC. 

I’ll give credit to Wikipedia for this synopsis: “The Art of War remains the most influential strategy text in East Asian warfare^[1] and has influenced both Eastern and Western military thinking, business tactics, legal strategy, lifestyles and beyond.”

The book contains 13 chapters of brilliance. American General Norman Schwarzkopf has been inspired by this read. 

Here’s a notable quote from General Sun Tzu: “All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.”

In other words, don’t Tweet your intentions to the World! It’s my opinion the Trump vs. China Trade War is a mismatch. The Chinese powers to be think in multidimensional layers. The Chinese have learned patience through the ages. Our Man in Charge is no Economic Think Tank. He’s as impetuous as a Child. My analogy? It would be like me challenging Shaquille O’Neil to a One on One half court basketball game. No contest. 

You’ve heard it here first. 

Lastly, I once wrote a book. No other author has jumped up to claim it. It won the prestigious IPPY Gold Medal Award In 2012 for self-publishing. I think it’s a good read. It’s not my favorite read though. 

Pick it up on Kindle and you will donate $2.00 for my next Happy Hour IPA. 

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B006VXRMUG?keywords=Jeff%20Sambur&qid=1447125667&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1b

 

Cheers!

Jeff (the why can’t we all just get along guy)