Wednesday, April 17
It’s a cool and blustery morning as the crew and I walk to Rusty’s camp.
Bridget and Spike trot along with lots of energy. However, it’s a long walk so a rest now and then is welcomed.
On the way we come upon Puntenney Cemetery.
The crew waits patiently at the cemetery gate while I walk around.
Most of the marked graves are late 1800s to early 1900s.
The markers of infants are reminders of pain and grief felt many years ago.
I’m thankful for the bright, cheery blooms at the front of the cemetery.
The crew and I continue down the lane. Further along the quarry comes into view.
At last we arrive at the camp of Rusty and Timber.
Rusty comes out to greet us, followed by the rambunctious Timber.
All three canines are excited to see each other again.
Rusty gives me an update on the progress of his housing application. He’s gathered up the documents he needs to take to the VA on Monday. He’s contacted his credit union in order for statements to be mailed. He’s been in touch with his VA representative. On Monday he will sit down with the person who will fill out the forms for him, and then his application will be complete!
“Sounds like you’re doing an excellent job, Rusty.”
Rusty walks us over to a flat, open area between juniper trees.
“This is a good camp. I’ve camped here myself.”
I look it over and agree. The area is clean and there are trees to buffer the wind. A short walk (but not too close), one can stand near the edge of the ridge and enjoy a panoramic view to the west, north, and east.
“Well, Rusty, I’m going to go back and pack everything up and come on over here. We’ll see you later!”
Please refrain from telling Rusty what he should do or whom he should contact. (He has a DAV contact person if needed.)
For the sake of Rusty’s equilibrium and health, any comments that I determine might cause Rusty to feel pressured and stressed will be deleted. I don’t want to do that, so keep these guidelines in mind when you write. Thank you.