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| DAY SAILOR MOORED AT THE MOUTH OF THE SIOUX |
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| MEADOW SWEET |
Yesterday evening Sherman, the ferry boat captain from across the street, dropped over for a few minutes. He is a volunteer fireman, he had his emergency radio with him, and was tracking an incident involving a bicyclist found “breathing but unresponsive” on one of the orchard country roads, and who was now being transported by our volunteer Emergency Medical Technicians to hospital. As we listened, I recognized the voice of neighbor Eric from up the street, requesting the Ashland ambulance to meet them in Washburn to transfer the patient to Memorial Medical center (the Ashland EMTs are trained to do certain medical procedures that the Bayfield EMTs have not yet qualified for). As that was going on, the word came down from the Bayfield County dispatcher that a helicopter was being sent from Duluth sixty miles away to fly the patient to the hospital there for special treatment. As we listened for a few more minutes the word came that the helicopter would fly directly to Washburn, only twelve miles away rather than to Ashland, 21 miles away from Bayfield. All the while there was a constant exchange of information between at least a half dozen different entities, and decisions were made readily for the quicker transport and treatment of the patient.
I was very impressed with the concern and professional response of my neighbors and the interacting agencies. We live in relative isolation in the Northland, and small communities can seem remote and rather primitive. But in reality we are pretty well taken care of, and it is reassuring to know that one is literally surrounded by friends and neighbors who exhibit an amazing degree of competency in emergencies.
The bear hasn't been around since the trap was put out.
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