My dear friend,
I am writing to you now with glazed eyes just after reading your personal
lament. I have experienced some of that soul filling nectar you so
eloquently wrote about in this short piece. Glazed that I am from
hearing about your disposition, as well as the fervent loss of possible new
adventures. You taught me how to hike and how to prepare one's self
for anything out there; I still have the cylindrical backpack with your
initials inscribed on it. I also have many other backpacking items and
supplies all because of you. For this I am forever grateful, but more
so for the sharing together of natural beauty, breathtaking views and
wondrous gatherings we got to experience together. Please know
that I have successfully transferred an above average desire of the same to
my son Kurt William. You can take pride in starting this within me and
just think back to how many others you might have inspired to do the same
with their children.
Dare I recall some of the trips and experiences? Of course I do!
Ethan "Butane" Pond with a not so cherry bag? Are you laughing yet?
How about this one? "I slept with Sybil." No explanation
needed. Still not laughing yet? Okay, how about this one? "All
day and all night I can't get away from your noise!" These are just a few
that come to mind and I wanted you to know that during that day of filming,
on our delightful trek to the bowl, there was and still is, not enough down
the trail, don't you think?
You are sorely missed but freshly remembered.
With much love,
Bill
November 11, 2008
New Hampshire