Wendy Taylor

Nickname:

Fire Marshall

Age:

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I have been attempting  to forget the actual number and it seems to be working quite well.

Years Paddled:

2012 – 2013

Family:

I have been with my wonderful husband Jim for 33 years- married for 25 last year. Our son Dillon, a science and music major, is into his 2nd year at UNC and visits often. We are always thrilled to hear guitar playing once again coming from his room. Our adventurous daughter, Laura graduated from App State and recently moved to Boston for a Jr Art Directors job. We count the days until her next visit. I also share the couch with our huge dog Boomarang, and 2 cats, Dusty and Arrow.

Where she’s from:

I am from small village outside of Milwaukee, WI, called Brown Deer, where blizzards piled up snow so high we could make snow caves to play in all day.  I moved to Cary NC at age 16, (when it was a small town) and have embraced my inner southern soul ever since.

Education:

I am a graduate of Sandhills Community College with a degree in Respiratory Therapy, and still learning from my favorite classroom: the ever-changing outdoors.

Work:

I am Registered Respiratory Therapist working at Chatham/UNC Hospital in Siler City, and at First Health in Pinehurst.

What Has Influenced Her Life:

Mostly my extended large family of parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews – all who share a fierce love and respect for nature. Notably, I am inspired by my Aunt Pete, who attended school at age 60 and eventually led cave art expeditions in Spain. My 2nd mom, Marjorie who’s stories keep us laughing, and mostly my gentle Dad who is everybodys best friend, to whom animals and children flock, and is responsible for my deep love of birds.

Essential Paddling Gear:

Great paddling friends, and the excitement of something wonderful and unexpected just around the bend.

In her own words:

Cancer has affected me deeply with the loss of my courageous mother, my dear sister, and countless friends. I don’t know if a person ever heals completely, but standing in woods filled with bird song, gliding across still waters reflecting the sky and trees, brings much peace. I will never forget the joy in my mothers voice when she saw the first hummingbird of the season just before she died,or my sisters delight in watching a wood duck baby make the journey from its nest to the water.

 

 

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts….. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter”                 Rachel Carson

 

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