KNOLS Participant Reports:
Outdoor Adventures Abound
by Jennifer Park
Now I'm on the 48th day of my
semester in the Rockies with the
National Outdoor Leadership
School, and there are only five
weeks left. I'm taking advantage
of the fact that our bus drivers
willing to mail last minute let
ters, he has decided to camp with
us tonight.
Night comes early now that
daylight savings has ended,
something I had never so fully
realized until I had to make din
ner outside. It's 6:30 now and I'm
already in my sleeping bag with
two candles lit. They are standing
in a plastic bag so they won't be
blown out.
We sleep out now-either under
a ledge, a tarp or the stars. I like
it much better than the sagging
two man tents that were so cozy
with three of us.
Tonight we're in southeast
Utah at the edge of Bullet Ca
nyon. I've put my sleeping bag
two feet from the edge of a 20 foot
cliff hoping that by being a bit
away from the trees, I would
catch the earliest morning sun
rays.
From here, the canyon doesn't
look much like my idea of what a
Ann Landers
'The Man in
Jane Caris arranged for the
Guilforian to reprint one of Ann
lenders columns.
Dear Ann Landers: My dear
brother died a few months ago.
He was 24. After years of struggl
ing with a drug habit he finally
decided he needed treatment, but
it was too late. His body was shot.
He wrote this poem when he
was drug-free. I hope you will
find it suitable to publish (Please
don't use his name.) Sister of a
Great Guy (Louisiana)
Dear Sister: The poem is very
moving. Your brother was a
talented and insightful fellow -
humble and honest. Thanks for
sharing.
THE MAN IN THE GLASS
When you get what you want in
your struggle for self,
And the world makes you king
for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at
yourself,
And see what THAT man has to
say.
For it isn't your father or mother
or wife,
Whose judgment upon you must
pass,
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canyon should look like.-There
isn't a deep gorge and there are
lots of juniper and pinyon trees as
well as brush at the bottom.
We'll be hiking downhill
through this canyon to Grand
Guldi Canyon and then downhill
through it to the San Juan River.
I like the downhill part. We'll be
doing more miles every other day
than we did during our month in
the Wind River Mountains. The
rest of the days will be full with
side trips to look at the Anasazi
ruins. And now, after a month of
car camping while we climbed
and caved, I feel just as out of
shape as ever.
I really enjoyed caving, more
than I expected. The tunnels were
exciting if sometimes difficult or
painful (because of nubby forma
tions on the floor) to explore.
Wind Cave in South Dakota has
been described quite accurately
as a sponge. Most passages join
others that started in the same
place.
It was quite muddy and dirty in
the cave-red dirt, as in
Greensboro. I had to remind
myself a couple of times that the
coveralls I had on were there-so
that I wouldn't have to be con
cerned with staying clean. After
The fellow whose verdict counts
most in life
Is the one staring hack from the
glass.
Some people might think you 're a
straight-shootin' chum
And call you a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says
you 're only a hum,
If you can't look him straight in
the eye.
He's the fellow to please, never
mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear up to the
end.
And you've passed your most
dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your
friend.
You may fool the whole world
down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you
pass.
But your final reward will be
heataches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the
glass.
Permission for printing given by
Ann lenders, the Field Newspaper
Syndicate and the Greensboro Daily
News.
not being able to really wash
clothes--only rinse them in
streams and lakes-I am well
trained in avoiding obvious mud.
At times the red dirt, showing
in the banks of a stream, made
me feel disconcerted. I associate
it with Guilford, the only other
place I've seen it, and not with a
bison or Ponderosa pine or wide
open prairie as are here.
We've got all sorts of people
here-not just the Mary Hobbs
and George White house sort.
My newest cook group includes
a rich fellow from Atlanta who
has a reputation for not cooking.
Fortunately for "Mr. Rich" (as I
won't cook for those who refuse to
help) a Harvard intellectual (who
came to conquer his fear of
heights, dark and small places
and do something unlike anything
else he'd done) informed me that
he would like to learn to cook.
But now my much shortened
candles remind me that I have to
be up early and ready to hike at
8:00 am. I hope I don't toss and
turn more than I expect tonight
it's a long way down.
I Jump-on-the-RHndtragon Urges
Velvin's View on Smokeout...
By Iris B. Velvin
This Thursday, I doubt I will be
my usual sweet and charming
self. I will probably not be calm
and collected, and perhaps not
even entirely coherent. But I will
be virtuous: the taste of nicotine
will not pass my lips for 24 hours.
The Great American Smokeout
is Thursday, Nov. 17. and I plan
to join other cigarette smokers
across the country who will
abstain from tobacco that one
day. I've heard that in the past
years many who quit during the
Smokeout never take up the habit
again. That is not my goal. I will
settle for getting through one day
without once flicking my Bic.
I've been smoking cigarettes
for ten years. I enjoy smoking.
Maybe I'm a masochist, but I like
the sensation of the smoke singe
ing in my lungs. I have also found
the habit to be some use. Lighting
a cigarette buys time to think in a
stressful situation. A lit cigarette
waved about well defines per
sonal "space." The burning end
is also a great weapon, if needed.
Besides, when I'm smoking I
don't bite my fingernails.
I'm not blind to the health
hazards of smoking. I've seen
pictures in full vivid color of
diseased lungs, (actually,
healthy lungs don't photograph
well, either.) I've heard cancer
stories, and I worry when I cough
or get out of breath after climb
ing a flight of stairs. Unfortunate
ly, worry makes me nervous and
when I get nervous I - you guess
ed it - light a cigarette.
To me, the social stigma of
smoking is more upsetting than
the health hazards. I try to be
considerate, but I've been made
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Nov. 17th,
adopt
a friend
who
smokes."
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Help a friend get through
the day without a cigarette
They might just quit
forever And that's
important Because good
friends are hard to find
And even tougher to lose
THE GREAT
AMERICAN
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to feel many times as if I'm com
mitting a grave social sin by dar
ing to light up in public.
Sometimes I almost expect so
meone to gag my mouth or put
me in stocks, like the irate hus
band punishing the smoking wife
in one of those then-and-now
Virginia Slims ads. Only now,
men and women are equally
ostracized for smoking. (You've
come a long way, Mac.) If I quit
smoking, it will probably be for
social reasons.
I have quit smoking before.
I've tried Aqua Filters, nicotine
lozenges, and cold turkey
stoicism. I even had a bead at
tached to my right earlobe by an
acupuncturist in Colorado. I was
supposed to press on the bead
when I craved a cigarette, and
the pressure would block the im
pulse to the brain. My brain founc
ways around the bead within
three months, and I fell back into
the evil habit. If you can't bead it,
join it.
Most people in the process of
quitting , eat a lot. I eat a lot
anyway, so thankfully I'm not
affected this way. However, my
personality changes. I become
jumpy, short-tempered and anti
social. This passes within a few
weeks, but you can lose a lot of
friends in a few weeks.
Despite my ambivalence, I will
join the Smokeout this year when
I have ignored it in years past.
Maybe I'm becoming a sucker for
advertising. Perhaps I'm feeling
one of my rare jump-on-the
bandwagon urges. Or it could be
that I just want to prove to myself
that I can spend a smokeless day
without homicidal impulses.
Wish me luck.