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    Lost and Found in Chirripo
    Lost and Found in Chirripo
    Lost and Found in Chirripo
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    Lost and Found in Chirripo

    By Rev J Scott Martin PE

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    Unconscious

    He felt instinctively for the back of his aching head. Why was he lying on the ground? How did he get there? What had happened to his head? As his eyes began to focus he could see dark blood mixed with the mud on the hand that he had used to feel his head. "I must have fallen", he thought to himself. He struggled to sit up but his body was not ready. He slumped back to the muddy ground, once again unconscious. It would be hours before he awoke again.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRev J Scott Martin PE
    Release dateNov 25, 2017
    ISBN9781386862086
    Lost and Found in Chirripo
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    Rev J Scott Martin PE

    Rev J Scott Martin has had careers as an Engineer, Pastor, and Missionary. He has a BS in Civil Engineering from the Univ of Kentucky and a Master of Divintiry from Asbury Theological Seminary. He served for almost eight years in Central America with Food for the Hungry. Rev Martin is an Eagle Scout.

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      Lost and Found in Chirripo - Rev J Scott Martin PE

      Lost and Found in Chirripo

      Unconscious

      He felt instinctively for the back of his aching head. Why was he lying on the ground? How did he get there? What had happened to his head? As his eyes began to focus he could see dark blood mixed with the mud on the hand that he had used to feel his head. I must have fallen, he thought to himself. He struggled to sit up but his body was not ready. He slumped back to the muddy ground, once again unconscious. It would be hours before he awoke again.

      Titus

      Titus left to look for his house guest. He barely knew Robert but Titus and Karina frequently had both Indigenous and North American guests drop in unannounced. Karina had nagged him to check on Robert to the extent he complied just to have more time to think. As he climbed the hill he was not thinking about Robert. He had been working on translating Ecclesiastes from Hebrew to Cabecar. How should he translate the Hebrew word Kohelet, Teacher or Gatherer or something else? After all the Cabecar are hunter gatherers to such an extent they won’t even build a chicken coop or pig pen. When it comes time to eat a pig they just go out and hunt it with spears and/or bows and arrows. They lose the protein eggs would provide because they don’t confine their chickens so they can collect the eggs. Suddenly Titus realized he had arrived at the mountain pass where he expected to find Robert. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. He sensed something was wrong.

      Robert moved to the forefront of Titus' thoughts. Where was Robert? Titus wished now he had been watching trail signs instead of thinking about his translation. His subconscious knew what he was beginning to realize. He smelled the unmistakable smell of wild boar. Not one boar but at least a dozen, maybe more. The deep red mud had cast hundreds of cloven hoofs. Titus guessed the tracks to be about an hour old. He had never seen hogs this high up. Karina was right. It was a mistake to let Robert wander off alone.

      Titus was highly intelligent. His mind quickly organized the many options into an ordered to do list based on logic and statistics. Robert's tracks would be easy to spot. He was wearing some sort of boot with treaded soles. Titus and all the Indigenous who had traveled the trail today wore the same tread-less, knee high, cheap rubber boots. This boot was best suited for the red clay, deeply rutted, and treacherously slick trails. Downhill they used their heels like skis barely lifting a foot. A futile search of the pass yielded no sign of Robert's tracks. The light rain and boar hooves had obliterated them.

      Titus quickly retraced his steps. In 100 yards the boar tracks stopped and Robert's tracks were now clearly visible. Robert had reached the pass first. He was probably scared by the boar and ran down the steep trail toward the Indigenous village at Paso Marcos. Someone there would surely feed Robert, put him up for the night, and bring him back in the morning. To be safe when he got home he would send his Indigenous aide José who spoke English, Spanish, and Cabecar to Paso Marcos in case Robert hadn't made it all the way down the 2 mile long trail with the 3700 foot vertical descent.

      Amnesia

      When Robert next woke it was night. Though thunder rumbled in the distance the rain was only a mist. Robert was cold enough to be shaking violently. He couldn't remember where he had learned survival skills but he knew he must find shelter and build a fire. He began searching his pockets. He felt the pen light in his shirt pocket and began to look around. He was at the base of a small cliff. He began to follow the base around the level contour and soon found a overhang with shelter from the rain. Someone had built a fire there before. Small logs formed a plus sign with charcoal in the center. This was the Cabecar style, instead of cutting wood they kept moving the 4 logs to the center as the fire consumed them. Like a true Outdoorsman someone had also left enough tender to start a fire. A fire which probably saved Robert's life.

      Robert had inventoried his cargo pant pockets and found a steel pocket knife with US Army stamped on the steel handle, a magnesium fire starter complete with a striker, a pocket sized Spanish English dictionary, Costa Rican and Nicaraguan coins, an ink pen, a bandanna, and six Atomic Fireball cinnamon candies. While he was sitting in a crouched position and butt naked by the fire, Robert's body was warming and the shaking was subsiding. Robert's mind was beginning to clear. He said out loud, Who am I, Where am I, And how did I get here? Robert had amnesia. He sat tending the fire and drying his clothes until dawn.

      §§§

      The sun was just rising. Karina had already fed the seven Smith children, as well as Titus, and the handful of Cabecar who spent the night in the church building. José walked through the door in the slow, shy style so typical of the Cabecar. No one had seen Robert. There was no sign he had descended toward Paso Marcos but then because of the rain it was hard to be sure. The room burst into conversation. Karina and the girls began rapid speculation about what had happened to Robert. Titus was silent. He was trying to listen, pray, and think all at the same time.

      Most of the girls thought Robert had fled down the trail toward Paso Marcos and then left the trail when the boar descended the same direction. He was probably disoriented and wandering in circles. Karina feared he had injured himself and died of hypothermia. At 6000 feet the temperature drops into the 40's at night and there had been intermittent heavy rain between the light showers. The Cabecar had no opinion. It wasn't their style to speculate. Not even José.

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