his recent postings sounded lost and sad, we're all pretty tough until we're not
may he Rest in Peace
Prayers for the Barta, family
Really liked him and his perseverance....
Wish I would have followed more
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
I think Grey Ghost got it right (quote from Hunter S. Thompson). I can only imagine that Tred's biggest fear would have been dying in a nursing home. He accomplished that goal.
Tred Barta 16 hrs · This is Travis H. Brown, the admin and agent of Captain Tred Barta’s Facebook account. Many are now learning about his passing in an automotive accident in Canada. Until we have further details to share as directed from his family, we are not commenting further.
May he now Rest In Peace.
The Barta get off the couch expedition. I know it’s been along time since I’ve last posted and that’s because I’ve been thinking whether or not it’s best for those I inspired to hear the truth it’s been a hard decision. ,I’ve decided to go with 100% truthful rendition. When I left Beaufort in North Carolina I set out for Alaska with my gun dog pepperAnd the goal, To prove to myself that the rut of self-pity and unhappiness could be overcome and that to prove to others in my same condition or worse that all you have to do is get off the couch and start living again, I brought my Bible and a study book, fishing rods, a crossbow, a 270 caliber custom rifle, and a Bonelli 20 gauge shotgun.
As I proceeded on the trip as God is my witness I truly feel the Lord looked after me ‘ I had many life-threatening incidences I came out on top every time ‘I’ve traveled all through Alaska over the last 4 1/2 months, I fell in love with Valdez, I fell in love with Seward availability for long-term housing is zero, the prices are ridiculous and going through the roof and there is absolutely no way I can live in either place, it is not only discouraging it is very disheartening.The winters in both places are brutal and no place for a man in a wheelchair by himself.
I now find myself and for some reason the terrifying reality I have no home, I have nowhere to go, and I find myself thousands of miles from somewhere. As I become closer to my savior I realize how many faults I have sometime it seems that the Lord will have a full-time job forgiving me.The other day the key lock in my truck would not turn, no reason, no explanation it was a hot day and I was stuck, along comes a motorcycle and pulls in ,when the man takes his helmet off it is a gentleman that I spent three days helping him in ValdeseGet his motorcycle of Thompson pass ,this incident took place in Homer some 300 miles away a month later .
Many might say this is just a coincidence I believe otherwise. I very soon will head back to the lower 48 I proveen my point to myself and others who are afflicted that the seemingly impossible can be done. This is my dilemma I’m sure Many will make fun of it .I often think even though my life has been dedicated to helping others I am being punished for my faults in life. So everyone where do I go, where is home I just can’t keep driving in large circles. They say that home is where the heart is and in my case you Hall know I’m searching for a companion ,I certainly have pepper but it’s not enough. I’m looking for a small town, that has good deer hunting and hunting opportunities as well as some good fishing, a place that Has conservative principles and a church that is lively and has a great fellowship my last church couldn’t even say goodbye which remains the scar I carry for long time.
I felt a sense of home in northern Michigan Especially in the UP. I liked parts of Arkansas I could be anywhere but I would like it to be a small town with a strong church. It would be nice to know that I would have just one friend in the place I moved to. They say a life if you have five truly good friends you’re a wealthy man three of my best friends have passed away another committed suicide lesson two weeks ago. Perhaps in my case I should say it’s good to have at least known five good friends. For the first time in my life I don’t know where to turn, where is home?
As funny as it sounds if anyone has some suggestions of places I should look at I appreciate it, make no doubt about it I’ve had the trip of a lifetime I’ve seen and done things that I should Not have been able to go accomplish and yet I’ve done it, I recently came out of the hospital they wanted me to spend a month there Or more I made a calculated decision not to. I don’t want to live near a big city I want to find a small town. For the first time in my life I’m at a loss for what to do with where to go. I am not whining and I’m not asking for your sympathy it’s just the truth.
Tred Barta‘s compass is not working. I’m lost
......You will feel pain nor loneliness no more my friend. RIP Mr. Barta.
I have no special resolutions for the guy. I was inspired by his grit after being paralyzed. But, never spent anytime following him. But, his last post said it all. He was done here.
May his family be at peace with Gods will.