George was a dear, sweet man who could be tough as nails in the backcountry. The best friend I have ever had. A free thinker and open minded, he was always willing to listen to differing opinions but would speak his mind in a way that made you think. I am shocked at his untimely death, and so very, very sad. I looked up his name to see if I could get back in touch when I am out west later this month and found this obituary. I had not been in touch with George for several years after moving away from the Pacific Northwest, but thought of him often and would tell my friends to this day of funny things he used to say. I am sure that many of his friends will remember his cheery quip on parting after a beer or a lunch, “Well, glad you got to see me!” Or his common complaint when two outdoor activities he wanted to participate in occurred on the same date, “Darn, once again, my fun is interfering with my fun!” I have been carrying his wit and wisdom with me for years, and always will. St. Peter has a new climbing partner for those mountainous, billowy clouds we see far above on perfect spring days.