Ed'n Lauky
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John Sobitzer who just finished a second grid accompanied by the faithful Pepper just sent me this final tribute to Cinnillia:
Hi Ed:
Per and Helle led a very nice memorial/celebration hike for Cinnilla
on Moosilauke Friday. 10 years earlier on that date Per and Cinnilla
did their first 4K together via Glencliff. They almost didn’t make it
that day, but in the years that followed they sure did a lot of hiking
together, and became the best of companions. As you well know, hiking
together builds such a strong bond between man and dog and mountains;
it is hard to let go.
Per and his wife Helle made up little packages of Cinnilla’s ashes and
the group spread them on the summit. Georg brought ashes from his
dogs Emma and Toby, and spread them as well. It was windy, cold, icy
and sunny (to start); with grand vistas in all directions, and the
ashes were carried with the breeze. We might have even seen far
enough to make out a rainbow bridge in the distance. It was a fitting
farewell for such an accomplished hiker.
Bill commented that the whole thing was so nice he wanted the same for
himself. I presume he meant in the future.
Pepper seemed somber on the hike down. Many of the hiking dogs of his
generation have passed on, but Cinnilla was the one with whom he
shared many hiking adventures. Perhaps he was just tired from the
extra hiking we had done this week, or perhaps it was just in contrast
to Georg’s young dog Lucy, the kid of our group, full of the boundless
enthusiasm of youth. But dogs are good at sensing our emotions and
perhaps he picked up on that. He let Helle pick him up and happily
lay in her arms at the lunch stop at the Carriage Path intersection,
something he has never let anyone do but me.
Hi Ed:
Per and Helle led a very nice memorial/celebration hike for Cinnilla
on Moosilauke Friday. 10 years earlier on that date Per and Cinnilla
did their first 4K together via Glencliff. They almost didn’t make it
that day, but in the years that followed they sure did a lot of hiking
together, and became the best of companions. As you well know, hiking
together builds such a strong bond between man and dog and mountains;
it is hard to let go.
Per and his wife Helle made up little packages of Cinnilla’s ashes and
the group spread them on the summit. Georg brought ashes from his
dogs Emma and Toby, and spread them as well. It was windy, cold, icy
and sunny (to start); with grand vistas in all directions, and the
ashes were carried with the breeze. We might have even seen far
enough to make out a rainbow bridge in the distance. It was a fitting
farewell for such an accomplished hiker.
Bill commented that the whole thing was so nice he wanted the same for
himself. I presume he meant in the future.
Pepper seemed somber on the hike down. Many of the hiking dogs of his
generation have passed on, but Cinnilla was the one with whom he
shared many hiking adventures. Perhaps he was just tired from the
extra hiking we had done this week, or perhaps it was just in contrast
to Georg’s young dog Lucy, the kid of our group, full of the boundless
enthusiasm of youth. But dogs are good at sensing our emotions and
perhaps he picked up on that. He let Helle pick him up and happily
lay in her arms at the lunch stop at the Carriage Path intersection,
something he has never let anyone do but me.
