10/29/24 1700: Fix-it-Yourself.

 

Something unexpected happened to me the first time I observed a flowing mountain stream after Helene came through Western North Carolina. I was riding a bike towards downtown Brevard, NC on my way to a fundraiser for hurricane Helene disaster relief when I crossed a bridge over King Creek. I did a double-take, because normally mountain river water has an immediate calming effect. But for the first time in my life, it caused me to pause. Like record-screech pause.

You know that feeling that hits you in those moments that are mixed with fear, exhilaration, adrenaline, and uncertainty? Maybe I can explain this feeling better by telling a story within this story.

One of the river guides I worked with this past Summer began to stretch his whitewater kayaking wings by using a hard-shelled boat on our trips down the Green River with guests (we had the choice to guide using an inflatable or a hard-shell kayak, I opted for an inflatable...mostly because I wasn’t willing to stretch into the risks). Something I noticed was that while whitewater kayaking in a hard-shell boat is an exhilarating experience, it also requires a critical proficiency in what’s called the Eskimo roll. The Eskimo Roll is a kayaking maneuver that allows you to right yourself after capsizing, without the need to exit the kayak.

The long and short of this story is that my friend got a little ahead of himself one day while guiding in a hard-shell and capsized in a “wrong place, wrong time” sorta way. He ended up, upside down while going through a rapid called “Devil’s Elbow” on the Upper section of the Green. The result was he clobbered his face on a rock while upside down and underwater and quite frankly, this experience spooked him. It took him a couple weeks to get back into a hard-shell boat. And very tentatively at that...because a new respect for the balance between composure, skill level and technicality reigned.

Nature and wilderness settings like this have an inherent risk due to varying levels of unpredictability. Unpredictability, in ourselves and also from within nature herself. But the funny thing is...there’s always a human progression towards mastering ones surroundings. And intrinsic to this process is simply not knowing the extremes that are possible. Like Appalachian trail hikers that set out to hike the AT in the Spring and get caught in a potentially life-threatening snowstorm unawares. Yet it’s through these very experiences as outdoor adventurers that we learn and this learning becomes a part of our fabric.

So now let’s come back to my double-take over King Creek. I now had within my fabric the knowing that mountain rivers and streams can rage. And from within this raging fury can come wreckage and death and a complete rearranging of the landscape. Entire towns can be erased and roads and bridges washed away. Everything you once knew, will forever be changed. So from within this “new knowing” I now held within me almost an indignation for this flowing water below me. It was a strange feeling. I’d never felt disturbed by the sight or sound of a mountain creek before. But now I held this within me like a wound that was raw and painful and bleeding.

I kept on riding that day...knowing that soon I’d have to address the full magnitude of this newly discovered uneasiness within me that emerged around what had previously been my complete admiration for the rivers, streams and creeks. I had stumbled into an emotional yin/yang effect. Before Helene, none of us knew the potential destructive powers that these “water roadways” might bring to our doors. Not in this way.

Yet...and yet...I also know deep within my being that these “water roadways” were simply doing their job...of providing a path for the water to run its course back down to the sea. Herein lies the dichotomy. Rivers and creeks and streams are just like anything in nature...there’s a spectrum of safe and unsafe, harm and no-harm, gentleness and harshness. Extreme highs and extreme lows. Herein lies the challenge of holding these truths with ourselves. That both things can exist at the same time. Extremely high and dangerous peaks, yet so glamorously gorgeous to look at. Lush waterfalls and bubbling creek beds, yet at high water can become tree-destroying, rock-moving, bridge-wrecking, unstoppable torrents.

I came across a book I had in a box the other day compiled by the “Reader’s Digest” called, “Fix-it-Yourself-Manual.” When I saw it I was reminded that some things can’t be fixed by myself. Some things like the over-night-appearance of a deeply emotional dichotomy cannot be fixed at all. But rather we’re called to lean in and learn from it. For myself, when I walk in the forest now along the creeks and streams I have to be gentle. Because a tenderness surrounds my heart. I have to allow myself to listen deeply and let her be who she is...truly just a messenger. She (these beautiful mountain rivers) just delivered a message that night when Helene arrived. It’s up to me to listen and learn what that message is and what to do with it.

Meanwhile I’m getting reacquainted with loving the flowing mountain water again. This experience is once again reminding me of the true power that resides within affording compassion because of all the layers at play in any one given story. Compassion for myself, compassion for nature, compassion for the in-betweens.

Nature is still my greatest teacher.

 

10/25/24 1100: Bridges...and why they matter.

 

I was stunned to learn a captivating piece of history this morning while doing some research around the Peter Guice Memorial Bridge (which connects a section of I-26 in the Green River Gorge area of WNC). I’m not really sure why this bridge has captured my attention in such an extraordinary way..and yet even as I write this...I’ll acknowledge much of the reason has to do with the fact that I’ve kayaked under it dozens and dozens of times while guiding inflatable whitewater kayaking trips down the Upper section of the Green River.

If you will, let me explain the significance of this bridge. Originally called the Green River Bridge, I’ve found conflicting statements regarding when its construction was completed. From what I’ve read it appears to have taken five years to build. (1967-1972) This bridge connects both sides of I-26 as it crosses over the Green River between Saluda and East Flat Rock, NC. (Note here, that the construction of I-26 and all the parts...like this bridge was a VERY big deal for transportation, economic impact and so many other things.)

It’s also significant to note that this is the exact location that Peter Guice built the first wooden bridge across the Green around 1820. His son and then grandson took up the task of maintaining the bridge. (In the spirit of “why is this a big deal?” as I’ve said to myself too… “so what...it’s a bridge” it’s important to note that the way of travel back then was Indian footpaths and trails and this one was called “Howard’s Gap.” And this path crossed the Green in this particular spot because this was the “way across.” This was the ford used to get across the river until Guice built a toll bridge there.

So here’s where it got interesting for me today. Get ready!

According to an article written by Terry Ruscin and published in the Gaston Gazette dated September 8th, 2019, Peter Guice’s grandson Joseph “Joe” Ripley Guice replaced the bridge that was destroyed in the 1916 flood.

Let me say that again, the bridge that connected the banks over the Green River maintained by the Guice family was WASHED AWAY in the flood of 1916!

Here’s why this is significant to today. The damage and destruction created by Tropical Storm Helene in Western North Carolina almost exactly one month ago (Sept 26th, 2024) has been compared over and over to the great flood of 1916.

Except. it’s worthy to note this VERY significant difference. The bridge that crossed the Green River in 1916 washed away. The bridge that crossed the Green River is 1924 did not. And thank GOD!

The Peter Guice Memorial bridge is the tallest bridge in the State of North Carolina standing 225 feet high. I don’t know if I can paint a real picture as to the significance and value of this bridge brings to this region.

On the days and weeks following the disaster that Helene brought to our doorstep, the connection between Greenville, SC and areas in and around Asheville, NC was traversed here using I-26 and the critical infrastructure such as the Peter Guice Memorial Bridge to gather and distribute much needed supplies such as food, fuel and water to name a few.

While thankfully this bridge wasn’t one of the hundreds of bridges in Western North Carolina that were compromised as a result of Helene flooding, the realization as to why bridges matter has been hit home to me over and over again.

A bridge creates short-cuts and in some cases, access at all. What likely took maybe one hour or two hours to traverse around, the bridge shortened travel times or created the one way in and one way out access. So now if a bridge is suddenly impassable or gone altogether well...you see where this is going.

Bridges matter! And maybe this was in fact why I would gaze up at the Peter Guice Memorial Bridge every time I went under it while kayaking on the Green River.

It’s two hundred and twenty feet high!! It’s HUGE! What a feet to build this impressive structure. What a feet. And thank god for bridges like this one...that withstood the pressure and stress of the ENORMOUS amount of water that raged down the Green River that day, just one month ago.


Photo Credit: https://www.historicsaluda.org/vintage-postcards/


If you’d like to learn more about the flood of 1916 check out:

https://saveculture.org/elder-wisdom-oral-history-archive/

(click on “Floods and Freshets”)


If you’d like to read the article published in the Gaston Gazette check out:

https://www.gastongazette.com/story/lifestyle/2019/09/08/beyond-banks-traversing-our-waterways/3465103007/

(scroll down to the section titled “Peter Guice Bridge’)

10/22/24 1030: When reliability isn’t reliable.

 

In the spirit of slowly arriving into the space of “new normal” here in Western North Carolina, yesterday I was reminded (and triggered) that we’re not there yet. Just about the time you think you can settle into “things being more reliable”...something happens to remind you that there not.

To get from Brevard to Hendersonville, NC, one of the most effective routes to take is along Kanuga road. However, it’s only been a week or so since the Kanuga route was accessible because of landslides and road damage. (And when I say road damage, what I mean is, the road literally fell off into the ravine below in one particular place and only one lane is even usable there.)

The way that road crews managed this particular spot was to put up signs in both directions that basically said, “please alternate.”

Follow along here as I describe the progression of events. First round...no signs at all. Everyone just automatically knew that to drive this road after Helene meant to be extremely cautious and patient. You slowed down from speeds you would have driven this road just 30 days ago and carried a general sense of “alert and aware” with you. So when you arrived at this location where the road was only one lane (because there is literally only one lane remaining there) you stopped and looked down the road around the curve to see if anyone was coming and then slowly drove through this spot...alternating.

Secondly came the “please alternate” signs at this location. Funny how once a sign shows up some of the human compassion and allowing for patience disappears a little.

Thirdly, when the temporary traffic lights showed up, (this felt a whole lot more normal as a way to experience this one-lane-road-spot) every driver knows how to conduct themselves using red or green as the guide, so things progressed much more smoothly at this location. UNTIL, the traffic lights failed.

This is what I experienced yesterday. The lights were working fine when I drove through there in the morning, but had failed by afternoon. When I arrived...cars were lining up in the lane I approached from. The light was blinking red, which I hadn’t seen here before (also something we’re predisposed to now...the way something was or how something worked before doesn’t necessarily mean it will stay that way). Note here, this is a mountain road which means it’s not straight so you can’t see much further past the few cars in front of you because of the gradient and curves. Since the lights showed up, it might take a minute or two to get through this spot. I now was stopped in this lineup of cars for a good 5 minutes...and then the horn honking started...and then a few folks decided to pull out around the lineup and drive in the opposing lane (to pull out into opposing traffic meant if you met an oncoming car there was no where to go...because the opposing traffic lane had a guardrail that was protecting the mountain drop off on the other side). Next thing I know here comes a car speeding so fast that stones were being kicked up and ...well...let’s just say things were getting a little outta hand at this point. Eventually common sense kicked in and an alternating traffic pattern began again. As I drove through and past the temporary traffic lights I could see that both were malfunctioning. On one side one was blinking red and the other side was just dark...no lights at all.

It was a little unsettling to experience this moment of confusion because it was an immediate reminder of all the chaos and unknowns from all the previous days and weeks. Especially when it leads to frustration and eventually bad human behavior.

I thought to myself, “This is what it feels like when what you come to rely upon becomes unreliable.” You have no other choice but to problem solve and adapt and overcome.

The best part of this...is when humans adapt so quickly and land in a state of collaboration and cooperation that it’s heartwarming.

It’s fascinating to consider the thousands upon thousands of things each and every day that we come to rely upon. Here in WNC, communities have been tested by being torn down even below basics level (power, running water, cell signal, internet, food, shelter, heat), not to mention everything gone in some cases.

This intense level of test creates a whole other level of frustration, loss of hope, dismay, anger, a short fuse and on and on. So when something simple like traffic flow management on a one lane section of mountain road is fixed...and then it’s not...all this flares right back up again.

I was also reminded from this traffic light experience that things around here are still very fragile. It’s going to be a while before we feel solid and stable again. This was a window into the “new normal” for now.

I am becoming aware each day that this won’t last forever...this unstableness. Things are improving day-by-day. Hope is in the air again. In spite of small set-backs like this one.

But I do yearn for the reliable to remain reliable. Patience grasshopper, patience.

 

Photo credit: from somewhere online

 

Rachel Dickson 2 minute video sharing about Re-Opening Day in Pisgah Forest, Oct 18, 2024

Wow. What a wonderful day here in Western North Carolina on Re-Opening Day (Oct 18, 2024) in Pisgah National Forest after being closed for 23 days due to Helene ravaging through the area. I was truly afraid of what I might see in the wake of this storm in the forest...but I'm delighted to report otherwise!

A very special thanks to all the people who worked tirelessly during these 23 days to clear landslides and tree debris from access roads!

I took 276 from the Brevard, NC side then turned left towards the fish hatchery to rd 455 to the trailhead of the Daniel Ridge Loop trail. While the changes to the landscape and riverbeds is clearly recognizable, the forest is rested and ready for your visit to admire her beauty once again!
Beyond thrilled to have been back in the sanctuary of nature once again!

Note: There are hazards in various places and some trails are storm-damaged so it's important you stay alert when visiting Pisgah.

Click here or on the image above to play the video.

 

 

 

10/18/24 2030: Re-opening day at Pisgah National Forest, Pisgah Ranger District, Western North Carolina!

 

The forest has literally been closed since Helene blew through the mountains of Western North Carolina. And for reasons that may not seem apparent. The land and trees and rivers did their best to hold strong to these destructive forces...but sadly there was damage done. Landslides blocked access, trees toppled and rivers swelled, raged and rearranged itself.

All that said, I had no idea what I would see visiting Pisgah National Forest today. The Forest service restricted access to the public beginning September the 25th and reopened the Pisgah Ranger District portion to the public today, October 18th.

Because of my not wanting to face the facts that this forest (that I’d grown to love so much more deeply over the past year) most likely would look very very different. I wasn’t really ready. So I stalled.

But...the anticipation to spend time with her got the better of me and off I went. It was around 11am.

I was truly surprised to not see piles and piles of downed trees like I’d seen in other places. Sure there was a tree down here and a tree down there (as evidenced by the remaining cut of said tree next to the roadway) and there was evidence of a rather significant landslide that covered the road nearer the turn toward the fish hatchery on 276. But overall, nothing was incredibly shocking to see on the drive into the forest.

I expected to see road 455 closed off as I got past the fish hatchery on my way to the Daniel Ridge Loop trail head. I thought the bridges would be washed out. To my surprise 455 was open all the way to the trail head. There already had been repairs done near the bridge right by the trail head. Clearly the creek had breached the road and the bridge and washed some of the road away...but it had already been repaired! Incredible.

 

 

I knew as soon as I looked up the creek bed from this bridge that the changes I suspected to see would begin here. I’d spent countless hours exploring the banks of this creek beginning at the trail head of the Daniel Ridge Loop trail all the way up to where it turns and goes up and over the mountain away from the creek. I had studied and learned and got acquainted with nearly every rocky cascade and rocky cluster along this creek because I had videoed these places in multiple seasons and uploaded them to my Youtube channel (RdicksonOutdoors). Not to mention all the meditative walks I’d taken while listening to the healing water sounds that can be endlessly found here. This was a sacred place. Which is why when the gates opened here today...I made a beeline for Davidson Creek.

I needed to know...if the magic was still there.

The parking area for this trail head is pretty close to the creek...and you can see and hear the creek through the trees just as you begin walking towards the steel bridge (which I also thought might be compromised, but it was still there too).

I stopped...and then was suddenly drawn down a side-trail that led to the waters edge. And then I cried.

I couldn’t believe how different she looked. I recognized very large identifiable rocks that were familiar to me but they were in different places and the water flowed in a distinctly different pattern.

It was strangely familiar...but completely different.

I knelt down and just looked...at how different this all was to me. My eyes swelled and I wiped away the tears. And then...it was as if a calm wrapped around me. And what I heard was, “She doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. It’s just another day here. Because at the core...it’s all the same.”

Kind of odd...and maybe a little harsh...and not the spiritual poetry I was seeking right at this moment.

There was a certain strength I could feel in the air though. A solidness.

And as I began to explore the riverbed and how things were arranged now...I realized there was a “fresh start” or a “renewed” sense here. Everything looked incredibly clean. Like everything had been washed and tumbled.

I also began to realize that I was nearer the bottom of the creek bed right now...and as I went further and further upstream there wasn’t as many new piles of smaller rocks and sand. Of course, all the smaller rocks and previous tree debris in the creek upstream had now been intensely washed down stream. So the farther upstream you went, the more it just looked different...many places I didn’t recognize at all because every rock had been moved...and the water flowed over or around them like they’d been that way the entire time.

If you hadn’t known what the creek looked like before...you wouldn’t have known anything out of the ordinary happened here.

This made me wonder about something. If there was no one to tell what it was like before...how would anyone know or care about how differently it looks now?

I began to wonder if I was putting too much of my own meaning in the changes that took place here? And as I pondered this I realized...BECAUSE everything had changed here...I can re-film the whole thing and it will all be different from before. It’s like I’d discovered a brand new place in the forest essentially. WoW! Nothing but new adventure and exploration and discovery awaits here! I can get to know her all over again...and just how exciting this realization became.

I spent hours walking amongst what was once familiar and trying to recognize what had changed. One particular moment that just took my breath away was when I visited a place I called “The Cathedral Place”.

This clearly was the site of an old grist mill of some kind because there’s concrete remaining across the creek and remnants of those days still linger there. A most beautiful cascading waterfall comes down the mountain across the creek from here. I couldn’t believe my eyes...the entire thing looked like it had been scrubbed. There used to be a log jam that’s no longer there and the entire riverbed has been dug out...and there’s a deep channel coming out of a new waterfall. Clearly this area was packed with smaller river rocks that had all been picked up and washed downstream revealing the bottom of the channel that had been covered over for who knows how long.

Everywhere I looked, there was a familiarity...but a brand new direction of flow. In some places both sides of the creek were now lined with a plethora of bowling ball sized rocks and the main creek channel was now in the middle. Where maybe it went more to the right or more to the left before.

I spent a lot of time thinking about resilience and impermanence and wondering why change can be so jarring.

Maybe this is the big lesson here? Nature doesn’t seem to care that her landscape has changed so dramatically. Just another day for her in the forest.

I have a whole new understanding for how things get moved about along a creek bed. Obviously, it all has to do with the rise and fall of the water. When the creek rises, stuff gets moved about or swept away entirely.

This newness has me leaning in to a better understanding of what’s happened here. And letting go of what was before. Embracing change. Letting the flow, flow. And then jumping in to get reacquainted with the “fresh start” of things.

Maybe change isn’t such a bad thing after all?

The good news is...the magic still lives in Pisgah National Forest! And she’s resilient as ever!

 

 

10/17/24 18:30: Becoming reacquainted with the forest I once knew.

 

 

Tomorrow is a pretty big day! On Wednesday, October 16th, the National Forest Service of North Carolina released a statement that the Pisgah Ranger District in the Pisgah National Forest would reopen to the public beginning Friday, October 18th. Tomorrow!!

(Wow, this is WAY sooner than I ever expected to be able to walk into this forest again. Many, many thanks to those who worked tirelessly to make this even possible!)

There was also a “word-to-the-wise” cautionary statement, “Like many areas in Western North Carolina, the Pisgah National Forest was heavily impacted by Hurricane Helene, and visitors may encounter several hazards caused by storm damage, such as: Landslides along forest service roads and trails, fallen trees and large limbs crossing trails, washed out trails and bridges, rough roads that require high clearance vehicles where previously it did not, limited cell phone service in case of emergency.”

The last statement there about cell phone service has always been the case in Pisgah, but a good reminder since it seems things are a lot different than we might remember it all throughout the forest due to “artistic expression” and “rearranging of the furniture” by Helene. (While I make light of the impact that Helene ravaged upon the forest, I do this as a way to prepare myself for what I may see tomorrow, because yes, while I am excited to visit this sacred place again, I also know that I won’t be fully prepared for what I will see.

It’s worth mentioning here that Pisgah Forest gave notice of recreational site closures (campgrounds, boat launches, developed recreation sites and roads) on September 25th in anticipation of this storm.

So the math says, it’s been 23 days since the public has been allowed entry here.

It’s also worth a shout out to Dave Casey, District Ranger, Pisgah Ranger District because he said this,

“We understand the forest is a place of refuge for many, especially during times like these. There’s still plenty of work to do, but we look forward to once again having folks back on their public land.”

See, he gets it. He clearly understands what a holy place Pisgah Ranger District represents for so many people who have visited this very special place.

All that said, I’ve realized that because I’ve been reluctant to see the geographic changes to the land with my own eyes means that I’m not ready to let go of what I knew her to be. Yet...I also know that I am being called to become reacquainted with all those specific places I once retreated to for sanctuary. And I am also being called to see the beauty that’s still there in whatever rearranged version she now sits from within and to let her be exactly what she’s become and love her for it.

I know I will see mud-slides, riverbeds rearranged, piles of trees upon piles of trees, but I will go taking the same risks as I have done before...the risk that I may find new adventure, undiscovered wonder and a silence that makes you stop and listen. The risk that my heart may be stirred, that tears may fill my eyes, that the wind may whisper a secret from the universe. These risks and more are worth leaning in to, at least to me they are. And from many conversations I’ve had with those of you who are reading this...I know you feel much the same way.

So tomorrow I will go and get reacquainted with one of my most favorite places on earth, Pisgah National Forest, Pisgah Ranger District. It’s time to become familiar again.


Photo Credit: 춘성 강 pixabay dot com

 

 

10/15/24 0900: One step forward, two steps back.

The progression of things here in WNC. One step forward, two steps back.

When I woke up this morning I was slightly triggered by the site of my cell phone returning to a “searching for service” status. What’s this? I thought we were past this place of no comms? Then I found myself wondering, “Ah, I’ll bet Verizon removed the rapid response connectivity unit that they so kindly installed just down the road to support poor and non-existent cell phone coverage.”
According to what I’m hearing, this may in fact be true.

It’s been absolutely astounding to watch in realtime the speed of repairs being made and services being restored. Sections of roads that were washed away have been filled in and repaired and returned to “driveable” status, thousands and thousands of homes that were previously without power have been restored, running water access has been restored in many locations, “cut and shove” methods of clearing trees from roadways and other points of access have been implemented since day one. All of this has happened in just 19 days. And it’s happening all around us every day.

You can’t drive anywhere and not see the debris and remnants and reminders that Helene crashed into these mountains just 19 days ago. And I can attest to the fact that while restoration IS happening...there is still a state of un-stableness all around us. And it’s unsettling.

This is the thing. While major progress has been made here it is also worthy to note we are all being taught that an endless supply of patience and fortitude is mandatory at all times. As things are brought back into a state of “new normal”, it’s evident that this “new normal” requires extra travel time, extra planning to accomplish anything, a relentless amount of pivot and adaptability, and a whole LOT of loving-kindness directed towards one another.

As we seek to lean in to trusting some semblance of “normalcy” it’s triggering to see a fast-flowing creek, it’s triggering to look at your phone and see “searching for service”, it’s triggering when the power intermittently goes out, it’s triggering to see the constant stream of destruction videos on FB.

I turn my cell phone off at various times throughout the day as a way to control the triggering inputs and as a way to create a “balm space” around me. Calming instrumental music is almost always playing in my background spaces. (Mostly Native American Flute music) Doing the daily required things of course is a necessity. But for me, writing has been a wonderful source of processing so much of this. A way to express from a heart-felt space what I’ve experienced and what I’ve observed other’s have experienced.

It’s one step forward, two steps back all around us. I’m learning more and more each day how to truly lean into this ever-evolving time/space we find ourselves in. But I’ve also grown irritable around what has become meaningless drivel. Things that used to seem so important...aren’t any longer. It’s as if what Helene has brought to our front doorsteps has called upon us to sort through what truly matters and what no longer matters at all. Almost like a mandatory culling has been enacted upon us. And there are many things I don’t want to have to sort through. I don’t want to have to choose to leave behind what I used to hold very dear. But yet...I don’t have the luxury of this choice any longer. Many of you know exactly what I’m talking about here.

This is the space from within we sit. Together. And yet I do know...that on the other side...there will be a renewal. A rebirth of something completely new.

 

 

 

10/12/24 19:00: Churches.

Little did anyone truly know that the pulse points of vicinage could be touched and found in the most restorative ways by what was and still is being demonstrated by churches.

Crisis (especially to the level of “biblical devastation” witnessed and experienced here in Western North Carolina) has a unique way of proving the fortitude of a people.

When the dust settled and the waters began to recede and things shifted from rescue to recovery immediate needs became blatantly obvious. Many lost everything. A call went out for help. And that call was answered first by those closest then by those from miles away and then by those States away and the donations began to pour in. First by the car loads, then by the trailer loads, then by the truck loads.

It’s one thing to load up cases of water and cans of food and paper products and diapers and formula. It’s a whole other thing to receive, store and distribute these to those in need. And in any kind of efficient, get-it-in-the-hands-of-the-people kind of way.

Churches already had the buildings and the resources and the people (seemingly on call and ready to help) to be the “base camps” for donations to be received and distributed right into the heart of the communities that needed them the most.

It just kind of happened. Like this “system” was already in place and waiting to be called up out of a “ready reserve” of people as a reinforcement for shattered communities.

And at no point did I witness or experience any kind of congregational positioning. It didn’t matter what religious affiliation to which any of these churches were previously aligned. Because everyone suddenly found themselves surrounded by and affected by the same common denominator. Everyone suddenly became human first and foremost with the exact same basic needs like water and food and shelter.

It was nothing short of magical to watch unfold!

And now, in each community and town and city in Western North Carolina there are dozens and dozens of churches still actively involved as distribution points for the tons and tons of supplies that have been sent here by your communities...many of your towns being hundreds of miles away. And in some cases some of your churches served as receiving points for your donations which were then transported here to the churches in our communities.

I think it’s important for those who donated to this very worthy cause to know first hand that, in my experience, no one was turned away. Rather...when you walked into one of these distribution sites you were met with smiling faces that said, please take what you need. No questions asked.

I could go on and on about what a soul-fulfilling, needs meeting, heart-felt exchange that the giving and receiving segment and that essentially Helene brought to our doorsteps. Literally.

Unquestionably this disaster has pushed us back towards one another again. In ways I don’t think we ever imagined could be possible. Let’s not forget what living from this common denominator feels like.

I want to offer my gratitude to those who turned towards this and leaned in.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart! To the churches, to the pastors, to the congregants, to the complete strangers that volunteered at these churches, to the women, to the men, to the young, to the elderly, to the human...who found their humanness. Thank you!


#WNCstrong


Photo Credit: blog.campingworld.com

 

 

 

 

10/10/24 20:00: Enter...the sorting phase.

 

So here we are...two weeks since Helene came and re-arranged hearts, lives and the land here in the mountains of Western North Carolina. Wow, hard to believe it’s only been two weeks and feels like it’s been two years!

We are somewhat in a “sorting” phase here now. So many supplies and donations have arrived and are still arriving (And please know what I’m about to say is prefaced by the fact that churches and organizations on the ground here have been doing an AMAZING...on-the-fly adaptation to the everyday changing process of distributing your donations and supplies. Killing it in fact!) that most of these locations are asking for local (or any and all) volunteers to come and help sort into more effective ways to get them distributed faster and to those in need. Brilliant ingenuity by those leading the charge on this!

That said, I’ve been asked by a few of you as to where to send supplies and donations or to whom to help with volunteering. Here’s the thing...please note that this area is so incredibly dense with damage and destruction and the like that you can basically pick a favorite thing of yours and start there. Pick a category and they probably could use some help.

For example, if you’re an animal lover, consider donating to local veterinarians who are conducting (at a discounted rate) vaccinations and spaying and neutering the youngins that need it for pets that have been displaced and are currently fostered and are in the process of being re-homed.
If you’d like to help in these efforts please contact Emily Eldridge. She is doing incredible work in an attempt to connect displaced pets with new forever homes.

I could go on and on listing specifics like this...but I compel you to do a bit of research first. Think about what it is you love the most...assisting the elderly, assisting families with children, assisting the lgbtq community, if you’re an outdoor enthusiast and want to help with trail repair, if you’re a music lover and want to help replace lost instruments, if you’re an art lover, whatever your favorite thing is...look up businesses or organizations in the Asheville and the surrounding areas (Hendersonville, Fairview, Black Mountain, Spruce Pine, Marshall, Flat Rock, Chimney Rock, Bat Cave, Cedar Mountain, Rosman, Saluda or any plethora of others) that you could donate to or assist.

Let me say this again...please do some research. One way to do this is use the search function within Facebook and type in anything like “how can I help artists in western north carolina” and then read the posts that are listed speaking about these topics. Believe it or not...the AI search function is doing a pretty good job delivering reliable info in this way.

Many have asked where to bring supplies and donations others have asked where the best places are to locally volunteer (near Asheville and the surrounding areas).

The following organizations are a solid resource in answering the most immediate need questions (which are changing literally moment by moment.)

Cajun Navy 2016
Samaritans Purse-Boone, NC: (800) 528-1980
Anchor Baptist Church-Pisgah Forest, NC: (828) 884-7610
Interfaith Assistance Ministry- Hendersonville, NC: (828) 697 7029

Please also note here...that I know I’m leaving out some other very incredible organizations but there’s just not room to list them all...which again is why I say...do your own research. Let your heart lead the way to whom you are supposed to help.

The outpouring of human-kindness is absolutely astounding to watch from the Western North Carolina side of things!

I want to personally thank each and everyone of you who have already been involved in donating, gathering, delivering, coordinating and spreading the word!

A great big huge Western North Carolina Mountain THANK YOU!

#WNCstrong

*Please note if I didn't list an organization that needed to be mentioned here as a reference or resource...I did not do this intentionally. Again...too many to list all of them so I just picked a few based upon what I've seen or heard about their actions on the ground in these efforts.

 

 

10/08/24 20:00: Continuation of lessons learned on the ground (post-Helene) in Brevard, NC

 

-Who knew there was such a thing as a portable laundry station on wheels?

So as you know there are many here without power or water still...and it’s been a while...so yep...the clothes haven’t been washed in a while. Well, just down from where I’m staying is a church. And yesterday I noticed there was a bunch of trailers showing up with various church names on them. But one particular trailer caught my attention because it said, in BIG letters on the side, “Disaster relief Laundry Unit.” What? Is this a trailer full of washers and dryers?

Sure is. This group is from Kentucky. Side of the trailer also said “Southern Baptist Convention.” Well I’ll be...there’s such a thing as disaster relief teams like this sent out by church organizations like this to help in dire times.

Here’s how it worked...you walk up, hand them your clothes, they give you a tag, take your name and cell number and then they text you when they’re all washed, dried and folded. How cool is that? Another much needed free service that just showed up here two days ago!

-It doesn’t matter how big the bit is...or how small...ANY little bit will help.

There are levels of “survivor guilt” happening all over or maybe might better be called “damage guilt” or “loss guilt”...as in one person’s loss may be next to nothing while a neighbor or a friend’s loss was completely everything. And to offset these feelings of guilt, a very natural human response is...how can I help? I haven’t spoken to anyone yet that isn’t in a frame of mind of “how can I help.” And I think this is a testament to just how far reaching this recovery process is.
I’ve certainly struggled with my own preoccupation with remaining engaged in the recovery phase. Partly because we’re surrounded by it. Day-by-day things are ever changing. As progress is made by utility workers, road crews, volunteers arriving with donated supplies, volunteers distributing supplies, and on and on and on.

I’ve also noticed (because it’s happening to me) that the emotional toll is beginning to compound.

A few days ago, for some reason, I was remembering the HBO television series Band of Brothers (which is based on the true story of “Easy” Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 101st Airborne Division as they landed and fought through the Western Front of World War II).

In episode seven titled “Breaking Point”, Lieutenant Lynn "Buck" Compton watches in horror as his close friends William Guarnere and Joe Toye take basically a direct hit from artillery fire and both of them lose a leg. It’s a gruesome scene. Buck can’t even utter the word “medic” for a few seconds because he stood there just completely stunned by what he was looking at...and then eventually he musters the ability to cry out “MEDIC!” It was shortly after this , Buck began to show signs of the “strain of battle” and was pulled off the line and out of combat.

So here’s the thing...I’ve watched this series many times...and each time when I see this unraveling with Buck Compton I’ve wondered, “Why is it that with some guys these horrors didn’t seem to bother them at all and with others just a complete shut-down or even sudden blindness occurred?”

Well, I get it now. Totally.

When you’re surrounded by people you know and love who have been harmed in so many ways by horrible losses or heart-ache and are also grief stricken yet have to push through re-grouping, recovering and moving forward...it takes a toll. And we are still discovery things that we didn’t know have happened here just a few towns over. So this toll keeps compounding and compounding.

I’m beginning to fully grasp why taking pause for yourself is a very worthy step indeed. Whether it’s finding a hot shower (as there are now shower stations at various locations), eating a hot meal (also available at many free locations), giving a hug to a stranger or getting a hug from a stranger, or staring at the sky, gazing at the mountains, touching a tree...and seemingly little thing like this are a big deal now. Because it provides relief...even if just for a moment to your mind and for your heart.

Today, I found myself watching some people because they were laughing with one another and it struck me… “Hey, they’re laughing.” A much needed respite to witness.

-Facts versus fiction

On the morning of Friday, Sept 27th it took a little while to figure out what the immediate issues at hand were and one of the extremely problematic issues was the loss of communication. Nobody could check on or check in with their loved ones. Cell towers were non-functioning and internet service was interrupted. Which also meant there was absolutely no way to communicate with the outside world.

Enter the value of the radio! The only way you could hear what was going on or gather intel on what had happened in and around the region was by word-of-mouth or by listening to a good ‘ole fashioned radio.

Here’s the interesting lesson learned beside the obvious (which is how much we depend upon cell phones and the internet to communicate and do so many other things...like banking for instance), I learned pretty quick that during those first few days...I could trust 100% what people were telling me because either the person telling me something had seen it with their own eyes, or they had heard it from someone who had seen it with their own eyes. When I say there was little to no misinformation during the first 48-72 hours...I mean that. (Of course...there also wasn’t a whole lot of information yet either). And not until the Internet came back up on line and a little time passed that misinformation started to get bounced around.

While there was misunderstanding during those first 72 hours...because we forgot what a cash society looks like for one. Because the internet was out...stores couldn’t utilize their credit card and debit systems. Poof, cash only. So follow along with me. When the first gas stations opened and person “A” pulled up to the pump...realized, oh cash only...has to go inside...pay...return to the pump...pump gas...depart. That all took somewhere in the ballpark of 5-10 minutes right? Now person “b” then “c” then “d” then “e” and now “f” arrive. Lines backing up. Because these cash transactions take longer...so then others see the line and think… “there’s a line at the gas station...I wonder if they’ll run out since only 1 or 2 stations in town are open...I better go get gas too.” And then before you know it there’s a line a mile long and word gets out...and the process compounds from there.

The radio stations had to keep repeating on the air “there’s no gas shortage.” Which was indeed helpful!

So yes, misunderstanding created some struggle as well...but...I can also say, I witnessed some amazing feats of organization and cooperation during these times. The gas lines eventually became very organized where there would be only one line...you couldn’t just drive into the side entrance of the parking lot and grab a pump that opened up...there were “systems” created on the fly to become more efficient. Sure there was a little yelling from time to time and horn honking but what a fascinating thing see unfold.

One of those early days there were cars lined up to go into town (because of the gas rush) on the street that goes past where I’m staying. And suddenly I realized I bet these folks know some things about what’s going on in and around the area (this was before I had a radio to use) so I walked down the street and just starting going car to car asking people what they knew. And then I would tell them what I knew in exchange. At first people were skeptical, but then when they realized I was just one of them trying to get the scoop on what was going on they were more willing to share info.

My oh my...the lessons learned during these days.


Stay tuned...things are improving each and every day!

10/06/24 23:00 Seemingly tiny but enormous truth.

Today I heeded the suggestions of many of you and turned toward some self-care. And on many levels this felt like an unfair indulgence. And I don’t have to explain why. You know. Because nearly everyone I’ve talked to feels the same way. We are all overwhelmed with the feeling of doing more, volunteering more, donating more. Like enough isn’t ever going to be attainable in this disastrous condition we all (and yes, I do mean all because I don’t believe anyone is really untouched by the ever-reaching affects of what has happened here in western North Carolina) find ourselves facing.

Nonetheless, some very dear friends of mine (if you’re reading this...you know who you are) offered some respite in the forest. A hot meal, time with friends, a general break from being inundated by the call for help. The most special part of this visit...included a walk on a trail in the forest that led to a creek. I so desperately needed to put my hands in the mountain water. To stand barefoot in the creek and feel it again. To hear the trickling sounds of it again...in spite of the reminder in the background as a helicopter flew overhead.

There was grief in my heart, there was grief in the air. And today was the first day since Helene arrived here that I could stand in the stillness of the forest again and listen. We grieved together she and I...the forest and the flowing waters and the rustling leaves on the ground. I’m tearing yet again as I write this.

Reaching out and touching a nearby tree after pausing to be present in this moment. There was a recognizable stillness, a calm about her. A very composed calm. And what a beautiful reminder to me that even the hardest things can be grasped after the initial maelstrom has passed by.

On the walk back...a group of the tiniest little purple wildflowers (not totally sure but I think they are called “Smooth Astor”) caught my eye. I stopped dead in my tracks. They were such a beauty to behold. And as I often do...I spoke to them.

“Well, hi there,” I said as tears welled up in my eyes.
“How did you beautiful little things survive this? How are you still here?”
And they said, “We are here to show you just how resilient Nature is.”
And I said, “Thank you for still being here and showing me this seemingly tiny but enormous truth.”


Photo credit: Dan Mullen CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

10/05/24 22:50 Self-care and the liminal space

I came across a t-shirt image today that I created a few short months ago. The image is sort of fun and cartoony. And the words say, “Self-care: hiking, kayaking, walking in the forest, listening to the mountain stream.” And then the tears came. Tearing up as I write this even now.

 

Yesterday I realized that I haven’t been in Nature to listen to the silence, to dip my hands into the river water, to gaze into the forest and feel her wonder since the last trip I guided down the Green River which was Friday, Sept 20th. This was only 16 days ago and it feels like forever ago.

I went looking for a place to just sit with Nature yesterday and realized that the places that I would have normally gone seeking solace and sacredness...are basically boarded up (literally since trees are down blocking what used to be passable access to these glorious places...like Pisgah National Forest or Dupont.) Pisgah National Forest is now closed. Imagine this for a moment...the forest is closed.

As I sit and ponder this...I realize that I used to go into these mountains to wander amongst the trees and along the rivers and creeks for self-care and therapy for my soul. Nature was always there...opened armed if you will...whispering her wisdom. Always open.

Maybe now...I am called to return the favor. And even as I say this, imposter syndrome enters here. Who am I to return any sort of healing energy back to Nature?
Maybe this is what’s really been taking a toll on my heart. The fact that it appears Nature is broken. But is it? As I look around the devastation to the land here makes it unrecognizable. I don’t know this place like I once did. But isn’t she still there..her heartbeat?

I think this might be the exact thing I’ve spoken about before in other contexts. The middle space. The liminal space. That space between. Between the familiar and the unknown.

I wrote in a FB post on Sept. 8th referencing change regarding the arrival of Fall:

“I don’t seem to fare as easily with change as Nature does. I’m learning...to allow and go with the flow...but sometimes I’d like things to stay the same for a while. And well...life flows much like the river. Always moving and changing and flowing down stream.

Yet at the same time I know change is good. Keeps us from growing stale or bored. Rest and reset is necessary.

Nothing here on Earth remains the same for long. There’s a reason for cycles. And today I’ll lean toward embracing the middle space where the end of one thing and the beginning of another dwells. And cheers to Nature for being such a master teacher of how to better human!”

Little did I know that not even a month after writing these words, Nature would embrace change yet again much better than I. Maybe that’s just it. Maybe I’m being called to figure out how to accept what is...maybe there is still beauty to be found there in her just as she is now? In all of my wanderings and the support Nature has provided to me..maybe now I’m being called to return the favor. Maybe in fact I need to go into forest and sit in this liminal space with her. Grieve with her. And learn to accept what is..and then watch as new life begins to grow again in the forests and along the rivers and creeks.

Maybe I need to pivot my perspective here. Could it be that I’m stuck in the idea that the beauty that I once found while hiking along the Daniel Ridge loop trail in Pisgah forest won’t be as I remember it? Stuck between the familiar and the unknown. How does one lean toward embracing the middle space where the end of one thing and the beginning of another dwells? Well, remaining open to new possibilities comes to mind.

This new landscape that we are all about to discover together over the next weeks and months and years..might just in fact bring us answers to these questions.

How utterly ironic that on the 26th of September, the day that Helene arrived here in these mountains I read a poem by Polly Castor titled “Liminal Space” and posted this in a REELS video. I’ve watched this numerous times since...and I’m still challenged by the very words I read out loud.

Click here or on the image below to view this REELS video.

 

10/04/24 23:30 The sheer devastation that we are surrounded by is inescapable. It’s our life here now.

 

Things began to catch up to me a bit today.

Not sure what the clinical term for what’s happening and I’m certain it’s not just happening to me. Shell-shocked is what I’d call it. Is when the actuality of what you’ve seen catches up with the reality of your mind and then your heart.

The sheer devastation that we are surrounded by is inescapable. It’s our life here now. You wake up and after the fog clears...you begin to hear choppers flying overhead. But I should also be more clear here...depending upon where you live...you may not be looking at war zone surroundings...but it’s unmistakable that it’s whispering all around us. You can feel it hanging in the air.

FB is loaded with posts about people loading up donations and heading this way. And please know...we are ALL extremely grateful for this...but what I’m referring to is the fact that WE are where they are headed. It’s a whole different feeling to be on the other end of this...to be gathering donations and to head this way to help. It’s a whole other thing to be in it day after day.

I’ve been very fortunate to not ever have been in a war zone. But while speaking to a friend of mine tonight at a fundraiser here in Brevard to benefit Helene disaster relief he said, “I’ve been in a war zone and this looks a lot worse.”

This is what the Green River gorge and the Green River Cove areas near Saluda, NC look like. Houses just gone. They were there a week and one day ago...but they’re not there now. The road was there a week and one day ago...but it’s not there now. (let me clarify...it’s not like the road was damaged...and can be repaired. No. It’s gone. There’s dirt and sand and mud where the road was before.

The map we create in our minds of areas we travel in and out of every day...these maps we rely upon and we rely upon the world around us to mirror these maps...until they don’t and suddenly what we are looking at doesn’t match our mental map.

I saw imagery today of places that I should have recognized, but didn’t...apart from maybe a smidge of remaining road. Example: Oh shit...that was the put-in! That was where we started our whitewater kayaking journeys and the parking lot should be there..but it all looks eerily different. Because the land is forever changed.

It’s almost like someone used the weather as a weapon to declare war on the land. Which also makes no sense at all. The natural terrain has forever been changed here. Places we once knew and went to for spiritual soul-filling exchanges...are forever changed. It’s like a family member has been harmed...and wounded...and exchanged for something unrecognizable.

How does one move forward through this? Some days feel like three steps forward and some days feel like four steps backward. I can attest to how we get through this. It’s the people that get us through this. Hugs and listening and talking and just simply sitting and staring out into the sky. We hold each other up. We cry on each other’s shoulders. We rant. We rave. We breathe.

Damn this mess. Nothing easy about it. And it affects us all.

10/3/24 18:25 Today was a different story because the desperation was being met

Lessons learned today on the ground in Brevard, NC

As more and more communities are beginning to receive the help they need (I’m referring here to when they had absolutely no help...to then having received delivery of some supplies...not that the problems were solved...just that some of the urgency was met) it became very apparent as the day unfolded that today was going to require a pivot. Yesterday I spent most of the day coordinating some well-checks and some air-drops into cut-off communities in a virtual manner (from what I’m now calling basecamp Brevard...might as well...I can call it anything I want right?) Using my cell phone and desktop with the help of FB and internet access I was amazed and how I could utilize what many in need were posting and asking for on FB and then coordinate from my lil basecamp.

Today was a different story because the desperation was being met (some of the chaos had calmed down a bit on FB) as organizers and coordinators had begun to successfully (again...referring here to first point of contact...not problem solved) get help to those in need. Military aircraft are present in the area in large numbers (it’s not uncommon to hear and see Blackhawks and Chinooks flying around right now) as well as many private helicopter pilots many of which are working for organizations like Operation Airdrop. Huge strides are being made each day as things become more organized and communities learn who to talk to and how to get help (it’s not like there’s practice for this unless you’re from Florida...and even then...this is the mountains so it’s different.)

So today I decided to go down to some of the churches nearby that were offering free food, supplies and even free showers in some cases and see how that was going. Naturally, I witnessed some chaos...but saw some very good-hearted folks hustling around doing something that was absolutely helping people meet their needs! (Feelings of the need to be doing something is nearly killing us here too because just like you we’re all biting-at-the-bit to DO something.) I stopped by Anchor Baptist Church at 3232 Hendersonville Rd in Pisgah Forest and wow what an operation they have going on there. They basically have a mini-walmart set up there and they had all sorts of things they were able to give to those who needed it. I was there for nearly two hours watching and listening and talking to people. During this time car after car and trucks with trailers and uhaul trucks were pulling up one by one offloading donations. Loads and loads of stuff! I have no idea where they were all coming from but stacks and stacks of bottled water, diapers, canned goods, potatoes even a load of hay arrived while I was there. YAY HAY! (seeing this is a big need because of hay losses from flooding to feed horses and llamas and so forth).

While listening to folks there were stories of continued power outages, no more food at their homes, roads barely passable because power lines were tangled up into the hundreds of downed trees across the roads (some of which were HUGE trees like Oak trees). I heard stories for the first time today of someone driving towards Asheville from the Lake Lure area last week and seeing bodies of animals everywhere and also human remains (much like we heard about after Katrina). Horrific stories.

On a brighter note, it was overall a positive experience to see people able to help by donating and also for those who needed help to be able to receive this at these distribution locations.

Now just down the road at Pisgah Forest Baptist Church at 494 Hendersonville Hwy it was a much quieter seen. They were just as stocked up with water and canned goods and supplies of all kinds, but you could walk right in (no lines at all...no chaos at all) and you were met with smiling faces and helping hands. Drive right into their parking lot, walk right in the door and folks were there saying, “How can I help you, what do you need and please help yourself.”

Please help spread the word, since Anchor is where everyone is directing people who are looking for assistance, you can imagine how busy they are...lines, lines and lines. But not at Pisgah Forest Baptist Church. Get my drift here?

Mind you I get that I’m only talking about two locations here right outside of Brevard, NC ...there are dozens and dozens of locations like these all around the region helping to distribute goods and donations that everyone is sending this direction. And they are a PRICELESS resource right now...literally boots on the ground handing out very needed items to everyday folk like you and me.

Meanwhile I found out that one of the Chinook flights that landed near the hospital in Brevard was full of supplies to distribute to local fire departments, police departments and sheriff departments because these folks too are distributing sometimes right to people’s doorsteps up deep into the mountains where folks can’t get to them.

It’s something to marvel at and be right in the middle of all the pulling together and resourcing that’s happening here. Also please note here...I’m not seeing the hard stuff. The hard stuff is happening in communities that were literally washed away. Where people were being dug out of mud slides. This is what is meant when you hear people say “it’s bad here.”

And I’ve already been asked by someone out-of-state “why didn’t you know this was coming?”

This topic is for another post. I’ll be happy to tell you why “no one knew this was coming.” Stay tuned for this post.

Meanwhile please help spread the word.

 

Need someone to talk to?
Please call this FREE disaster distress hotline at: 1-800-985-5990

 

 

Need food, supplies, water?
Pisgah Forest Baptist Church
494 Hendersonville Hwy, Pisgah Forest (just outside of Brevard)
open from 9a-4p

 

 

10/02/24 21:20 Some things I've learned in the early days of recovery in Western NC

Wow, what a day it was on the ground here in Brevard today.

Firstly, some of the things I’ve learned going forward.

-Posting images from what conditions were like here in western north carolina anytime before the present moment isn’t helpful because it’s misdirecting attention to things that aren’t relevant to today’s recovery efforts. Sharing is one thing but reposting old images as a new post is another entirely. Sharing keeps the original time stamp on the post so we can all see that it’s from days ago.

-Begin to add today’s date and time when you post new info that way we all can know how current the information is so we don’t spin our wheels looking for resources to help those who have already been helped.

-Please take a moment and fact check what you’re thinking of re-posting or sharing before you click on “share”. I’m starting to see information that’s not even relevant or that’s from years ago (also not relevant)

-Facebook is an enormously useful resource when it comes to finding real on the ground information and actual calls for help. Please DO keep sharing these! And add where it came from and a timestamp so we can know if is relevant realtime info.

-FB’s algorithms put things in our feeds that we haven’t seen which are often days old. I’ve seen posts for the first time today that were from 3 or 4 days ago. I’ve begun looking at the date they were originally posted so I know to move on and mostly ignore these and move on so I can help with what’s happening right now.

-There are specific needs that people are seeking to fill. These seem to be “well-checks” for family or friends that haven’t been able to be reached through normal channels (usually by cell phone or email) as cell service and power outages are still a problem in many areas. Another is “how can I help” questions. Where can I volunteer or where can I send supplies. Another is “I need food or shelter or water” where can I find these. Another is “we have supplies or food or hot meals or showers available. Here’s where you can come get these things”. Yet another is “I live in yadda yadda state and have supplies and will be heading your way”.

Regarding these things: here’s some of what I’m seeing.

Well-checks are being handled firstly by local fire departments and they are doing one HELL of a job connecting families and friends in this way. If you are seeking to find a family member or friend you can simply post those requests nearly anywhere and there are those of us who come across these requests that can coordinate efforts to find these folks in our area and get word back to you. Or you can reach out directly to the fire departments that service your family members home. That’s the quickest way to get the ball rolling. Now that cell service and internet service and power is coming back online you can try calling your family member...yet I also know from personal experience that your family members phone may be dead and they may not realize this...because they’ve lived without power or cell service for so many days that they’ve forgotten to check. (this is mostly happening with the elderly which is why these well-checks are so important to follow through on.)

The how can I help questions...please be patient. This is not a sprint. But is a long-haul operation. Donations and supplies will be needed 6 months from now and there are trucks and trucks and trucks of supplies already here and enroute as I write this. The real issue now is how to get what supplies are here and arriving into the hands of those that need it most.

Which is where the air-support comes into play.

There are countless helicopters, pilots to fly them and other air support here that are in need of our help to direct them to where they are needed the most. This is what I spent most of today coordinating. We need to know where the communities are that are cut-off from road access. THIS is where the air support is needed. Many communities have bridges washed out and roads completely destroyed and the only way in is on foot, by mule (yes there are mule teams here) and so forth. Air support is proving priceless to these communities!

Regarding “I need food, shelter, water” questions...that information is getting disseminated via radio and by churches and fire departments and communities helping communities. Same goes for “we have food, supplies, etc to disperse”...word is getting out the same ways.

Regarding “I have supplies and am heading your way…” well...I’m seeing that this may simply bog down efforts that are already ongoing and here on the ground. Lodging is already strained due to destroyed homes and for workers here like linemen and other infrastructure teams on the ground. I’d recommend you wait to travel here and help from afar for now.

Secondly, if you know of communities that aren’t getting assistance for whatever reason(s)...please post those locations publicly so help can be directed your way. Please reach out on Facebook or by texting friends or family. Help is here!! We just need to know who to contact to confirm, location to send help to and a list of what is needed.

Coordination efforts are in FULL swing. And these efforts are improving daily. As organizers organize we are all learning how to better succeed in helping one another.

In the meantime, I have witnessed and experienced an outpouring of human-kindness on levels that exceed comprehension. I have watched neighborhoods pool resources, people point the way to available resources, an outpouring of donations and even just a shoulder to cry on.

Speaking of shoulders to cry on...one thing I’ve not heard anything about yet is mental health services. The things that many have witnessed here are ptsd inducing. Heart-wrenching, aweful things. If anyone can help begin to coordinate (and maybe this is already being prepared for I don’t know) mental health providers to plan for this need...please lead the way!

A very special thanks from the bottom of my heart to those of you who have assisted me personally which now is allowing me to pay that forward and assist others here on the ground.

Onward and upward as we move forward together here in Western North Carolina.

Please note here also...I see the actions you are taking from states away to provide support!

I thank you for this. And the people of Western North Carolina thank you for this too!


Stay tuned...

10/2/24 Lucky and Blessed

(please note that all communications were down (no cell service, no internet, no landlines) here in western NC beginning Thursday night Sept 26th and coming back online a little bit more each day leading up to this post when internet access was available again)

Hello all!

The most recent update from where I sit.

My oh my the aide and supplies and help that’s coming into the Western North Carolina region is mind-blowing. From the first helicopter I saw circling the Brevard, NC area...I got goose bumps because I knew help was arriving. Yesterday a chinook, an osprey, two blackhawks and a sikorsky (I think it was a superhawk) were flying over Brevard and the surrounding areas.

Gas lines at the nearby stations are organized and moving rather quickly compared to a few days ago. The station that I went to yesterday was limiting purchases to $20 per vehicle which I think is very fair and reasonable. I only waited in line 30 minutes. No big deal. There are no gas shortages here...just things take longer when cash only purchases available. (think you can’t just pull up to the pump, put in your card, pump gas, depart. But rather, park, walk in to the gas station, wait in line in side, pay, walk back out to your car, pump gas, then leave. Takes much longer per vehicle. But hey...we have all the time in the world here right now. Where we gonna go other than to check on our neighbors?)

Grocery lines vary depending upon where you go. Many are still cash only but here in Brevard, Aldi is accepting cash and credit card (not debit).

There are many churches and fire departments offering free bottled water and other various supplies. Hot meals are being provided for free by many locations...also mostly churches and fire departments, some businesses and restaurants also are chipping in. There are shower stations within the area as well while power is still not restored everywhere.

For myself? Well, I am extremely lucky and blessed! I am currently staying at an airbnb here in Brevard, NC where I now have power, water and internet. INCREDIBLE in lue of all that’s happened here. This is a very unique situation I’ve found myself in (as it is with thousands of others)...because I moved out of my home in Hendersonville, NC on Monday of last week (Sept 23) with the plan of staying here in Brevard to prepare for the scheduled TedxBrevard event to be held at the Porter Center at Brevard College on Saturday, Sept 28th. By Wednesday of last week (Sept 25) here came Hurricane Helene bearing down on us. The leadership team of TedxBrevard made the decision to postpone the event for Sept 28 until a TBA date in the future. (Thank goodness for that decision!) Meanwhile, after Sept 28th I was scheduled to move into a rental in Saluda beginning today. Well...my how plans change and evolve. I have not been able to travel to Saluda to see what the state of the town is or what the condition of the rental property is. I do know that the town of Saluda doesn’t currently have power or water therefore no internet access either. My job with Green River Adventures was seasonal to begin with so I knew I would be seeking new employment. But now after seeing images and videos of the damage done in the Green River Cove area this is evidence that whitewater kayaking on the Green River might not be possible in any kind of commercial way well into 2026.

Where this leaves me is...a holding pattern. Much like most everyone here. I’ve asked the airbnb owners if I can extend my stay to which they’ve agreed for now until October 23rd. I don’t know if I’ll be able to move into the place in Saluda or if I need to seek housing elsewhere.

In the mean time...my sister Brenda has set up a Zelle account through my mom in Ohio to take donations towards my staying here in Brevard (this was all set up when there was no cell or internet service here...hence the routing).

If you are seeking ways to help. This is certainly one way.

You can send a donation to this housing need.

Zelle to normad@gmx.com.

Recipient name: Norma Dickson

For: Rachel

My sister said she has heard from several people that were getting errors when they were trying to send funds by Zelle through this account. So if you receive an “unable to process transaction” message you can resolve it by calling your bank to explain that this isn’t fraudulent so they can fix it and can send through.

Meanwhile I’ve been doing what I can here to coordinate and channel help efforts on the ground with those of you from out of state who are so desperately wanting to help.
One of the benefits of having internet now where I’m staying is that this morning I was able to coordinate with someone organizing helicopter supply air lifts out of Greenville, SC to wherever help is needed. 

THIS is why each little thing, each seemingly little effort goes such a LONG way!
Please don’t dismay. Please be patient as coordination is taking some time.
This is a long-haul effort. Not a sprint.

Thank you to all who have read this entire post. It means you truly care what’s happening here.

Thank you also to those of you who can give towards a place for me and my 2 pups to stay here in Brevard!

Stay tuned for more updates.

Onward and upward.