Friday, June 4, 2010

Where are Ravens When You Need Them?

If you have checked my blog recently and wondered where I've been, I have been busy finishing up the end of the school year and preparing for my trip to Uganda. I leave in just two weeks, so you may not see much activity here until I return.

Since many of you seemed to enjoy my May 13th story, I thought I would share another (humorous) Boundary Waters tale. Enjoy!


Where are Ravens When You Need Them?
by Sharlyn Guthre


“Would someone tell me how I ended up on this ledge?” I wondered aloud.

“You climbed.” Ordinarily Dan was a likable teenager, but at that moment, had there not been so many witnesses, I would have smacked him. The ledge we were sharing jutted out forty feet above the lake where the rest of the youth group and the other chaperones sat staring up at us from their canoes. One look over the ledge, and I headed back the way we came.

“The only way off is to jump,” my companion said matter-of-factly. “I’ll go first.” Again I quelled a violent outburst, but I did manage a death grip on his arm.

“No! Not yet, I mean…just let me figure this out.” He was right about the path we had taken to the top. We had climbed hand-over-hand, pulling ourselves up and over rocks. I’d broken two fingernails coming up. I could easily break my neck attempting to go down.

I tried to think of someone to blame for my predicament, and settled on my adventuresome, risk-taking husband, who was responsible for dragging me along on this trip in the first place. Concerning this latest adventure John had merely said, as compellingly as the serpent himself, “I dare you.” He had also pointed out that Dan, Gilbert, and I were the last remaining holdouts, and Dan was already making his way to the top. That left me in the same category as Gilbert, a constant shirker of responsibility, feigner of injuries, and genuine pain in the posterior region. If that weren’t enough, my entire family had already successfully leaped from the cliff.

“Hold up, Dan!” I had called out, oblivious to the shocked expressions exchanged by the others.

It can’t be that bad. Who cares that I’m the oldest female in the group? Besides, I’ll make my sons and my husband proud. Everyone will respect me, and news of my strength and courage will spread throughout the church -maybe even the city.


Such grandiose thoughts had fueled my ascent. Now, with Dan’s arm turning blue beneath my fingers, I considered the alternatives.

Jumping is definitely out of the question. Climbing back down is impossible. Maybe I can convince the others to leave me here and pray, like Elijah, for the ravens to feed me.

My musings caused me to loosen my grip just enough that Dan wriggled away. “See ya at the bottom, Mrs. Guthrie. Good luck.” And with that, Dan ran and leapt off the cliff. I couldn’t bear to watch, but several seconds later I heard a splash, followed by cheers and applause from below.

I had never been so alone. I searched the sky for ravens and, seeing none, edged closer to the ledge.

“Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!”

So this is the respect I get…twenty ungrateful teens heckling me to leap to my death like a jilted lover on a New York skyscraper. I’ll show them. They’ll be sorry when their little wilderness vacation is cut short and they have to figure out how to haul my body back to civilization. Guess I’ll end up in the papers after all, if only in the obituaries.

I sucked in my breath, closed my eyes, and stepped off the ledge…down…down…down. When will I reach the bottom? Down…down…down…better take another breath. Down…down…down…I’m coming, Lord Jesus!

Splat! I felt as though I’d been spanked –hard! Silence closed in and it felt like my lungs were held in a vise as I rose to the surface. I came up gasping, and immediately sank back under the chilly water. This time, several hands grabbed and pulled me up and into a canoe.

“You did it!”

“I can’t believe it!”

“Way to go, Mrs. Guthrie.”

“Wait till everyone hears about this.”

“My mom would never do what you just did.”

I felt exhilarated, proud, and thankful all at the same time.

“See, aren’t you glad you did it?” My husband asked, embracing me.

“I guess so. It was pretty impressive how long it took to reach the water. I actually had time to think! I broke two fingernails, though, and my back end is a little sore.”

“You’ll get over it,” he said, with not one bit of sympathy –and I did.

Later, however, in the privacy of our tent I dropped my wet shorts, revealing a bruise the size of Texas. John gasped, then quickly tried to suppress a grin.

“Go ahead and laugh,” I said. “I dare you.”


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7 comments:

  1. I found myself holding my breath...I couldn't do that!

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  2. Oh my! Ouch! :) I so enjoyed this, smiling through the whole thing (except when I read about the bruise, then I winced in commiseration). :) Our neighbors, across the back fence, have two baby "huge" ravens. :) They are such an entertaining bird. Were you saying "Nevermore" after that jump? :) (couldn't resist that) :)

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  3. I loved this post and have to tell you I would have not been able to climb and jump like you did.

    Terrified of heights, I would have been your witness and taken plenty of pictures however.

    Kudos for you!

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

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  4. This was great, and Bear got quite a few good laughs out of it. She sooo empathizes, being afraid of heights herself. Congratulations on making the leap! A great telling of a fun story.

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  5. Love this story. It reminds me of when I stood at the ledge of the high dive (when there were such things around in the 'old days') I was terrified. A lifeguard came and gave me a push and I never did it again. lol And that was when I was a teen. I felt like I was right there with you. I felt your pain, for sure!

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  6. "...the size of Texas" had me laughing out loud this morning. Thanks a bunch!

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