Comes now, Sun intern and Olympic College student Chris
Carter, explaining how he inadvertently became part of a horse
rescue story, even though he really wasn’t.
Oh, the difficult life of a Kitsap Sun intern. Other than our
stories being returned to us flowing in red ink due to our “newbie”
mistakes and the constant roaming to find a computer that a
full-time colleague isn’t using, our job is actually not that
difficult and becoming lost in the woods is not part of our job
My summer intern partner Jon Miller and I had a somewhat
less-than-enjoyable time tracking down the
horse that had fallen into a ravine somewhere in the Gold Creek
The Kitsap Sun ran the story and its updates straightforward.
However, still alive on KOMO’s
Web site is a story that reads: “While crews
were looking for the horse, two intern reporters for the Kitsap Sun
were sent out to report on the rescue. In the process, the pair
became lost, prompting rescue crews to turn their attention to
Being on the other end of the story is an interesting and also
depressing feeling. As we both admit freely, we were not as well
prepared to enter the vast black hole that is Green Mountain.
However, our trek was not as ill fated as the story made it out to
Jon and I headed out on what several rescue personnel labeled as
an hour or so hike. But, instead of heading to the left where
apparently crews had cut a makeshift pathway around the
mountainside, we continued full steam ahead on clearly marked
path…the wrong way.
What makes our adventure more interesting is that as we headed
the wrong way (unbeknownst to us of course) we happened to run into
several employees of, I believe, Central Kitsap Fire and Rescue who
were “headed to the horse,” also the wrong way. So we welcomed the
company along our long and arduous hike up into nowhere.
I, being the photographer, am greatly concerned about getting
photos before darkness befalls us. So, naturally I entertain the
fantastic idea that we should hurry up ahead the trail to nowhere
and get to the horse before sunset. Ah, here is where things fall
apart. From what we gathered, those who we bumped into and
eventually ran ahead of had made the decision to turn back due to
the looming threat of darkness and eventually made the comment that
two reporters were still up on the mountain and headed the wrong
Well, being the hardcore junior
journalists we are, Jon and I clamored on endlessly only to
reach the summit and find nothing but emptiness and definitely no
injured horse. So at this point let me mention that we knew where
we were the entire time. We had looked at a map and had planned our
hike accordingly. We just planned to go the wrong way due to
instructions from people encountered along the way. We have to
blame someone right?
So finally upon urging from our editor, we journeyed back down.
Let me emphasize DOWN. Trying to navigate even a well-marked trail
in the dark is not something I recommend to anyone. My ankles still
feel the stress.
And then, only when we reached the bottom, we saw the light. The
headlights of a truck full of search and rescue volunteers looking
for none other but “the missing reporters.”
All’s well that ends well I suppose. After confirming our
identities we located the horse, now safely on its feet and being
examined by the vet. And our wonderful Brynn Grimely posted the
story and updated it with the wonderful newsgathering Jon
accomplished after we had been “rescued.”
Interns are supposed to give the entire newsroom
something to laugh at for a week, right? Well the week is almost
over, so I am not sure how to top our latest parody of responsible
journalism. We’ll think of something.
p.s.- I strongly dislike horses.
- Chris Carter
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