It's been quite a while since Meg passed away in New Orleans when her bus crashed in December of 2005, but I figured I'd post something here just in case there are people here who remember her, and I think she represents some of our ideals.
The first time I saw her, she was my medic buddy in the summer of 2003 in Maine, when we did a canoe transport in the morning, since we were some of the few people who knew both medicking and canoeing. It was the best transport I've gotten to do, the weather was nice, the water was calm, and we would have smiled more if not for the serious problem that was the reason for the boat ride- the ride back was lighter in mood. And her bus was a labor of love, though the first time I rode in it, it broke down, requiring more labor.
The last time I saw her in New Orleans, she peeked in the medic cave and I shouted her name and she hugged me so hard I could feel her ribs. Hard to believe it's been over seven years...
The first time I saw her, she was my medic buddy in the summer of 2003 in Maine, when we did a canoe transport in the morning, since we were some of the few people who knew both medicking and canoeing. It was the best transport I've gotten to do, the weather was nice, the water was calm, and we would have smiled more if not for the serious problem that was the reason for the boat ride- the ride back was lighter in mood. And her bus was a labor of love, though the first time I rode in it, it broke down, requiring more labor.
The last time I saw her in New Orleans, she peeked in the medic cave and I shouted her name and she hugged me so hard I could feel her ribs. Hard to believe it's been over seven years...
