Bareback Ridge, 1998

Last week, Eleanor and I made the trek up Bareback Ridge overlooking Harlow Lake on the Road to Big Bay, north of Marquette. Here is what I saw there a decade ago.

August, 1998

Maggie and I have mounted Bareback Ridge, sitting astride its peak. It is all downhill from here, steep downhill. Eagles ride the winds in the coves, foraging for critters. They are a magnificent sight, soaring below us. I watch the eagles with one eye, keeping a second eye out for Maggie, who likes to tightrope walk on the edges of the ridge. She is small enough to make a tasty snack for an eagle. A steady breeze flows out of the south east. It holds at bay a dark western overcast for the time being. We will not have long up here before the rain comes in.

We return home for lunch. We're pooped, both of us. Maggie naps. I jot down some notes. It has been a delicious hike.

Some things never change.

That'll Do

Magdalen Snowblower May 7, 1998 - July 5, 2008

"May I be the person my dog thinks I am," reads the sign that has hung over my desk for most of Maggie's life. For those who have mastered a Border Collie, you know that the human dog relationship is intense and deeply gratifying. Maggie died this morning at age 10. She is worth remembering not only because she was a wonderful companion, but for all that she gave to so many. She was a regular presence at St. Paul's Church, Marquette for 8 of her ten years, a welcomer and companion to many. Her presence took the imposing edge off of that wonderful Victorian Structure, inviting many into the place in a wonderful way. During her last two years, she herded the geese at Battle Creek's parks, a contract employee of the City of Battle Creek. She gave more than she got. The empty space she leaves behind is enormous. In the end, we are all better for having had contact with Maggie. Her death, as her life was noble and gentle. We will miss her.