My dearest friend in the outdoors, who had been a partner with me as instructors of a BSA high advenure guide training program for the past 32 years, simply died very suddenly last week. We had been working on a BSA published high adventure trek leader's training guide, updated from our first edition published 25 years ago. While on a short easy hike near town with his wife and dog, he sat down in the grass, unable to take another step. Then he laid down and it was all over, even thoujgh his wife called 911, started CPR, and EMS less than a mile away was there whithin a couple of minutes. He had an EKG just 6 weeks prior, with no issues noted. No idea of the exact cause, no autopsy.
So his wife needed to start cleaning out two sheds and a house full of camping gear and invited me to come see what I wanted to take. As an example, he had 11 bivy sacks, just as many sleeping bags and a few canoes, and a couple of sail boats. It just expands from there. We often joked back and forth as whenever I discovered a new unique camping item, I tried to convince him to buy it.
I did not need another Hornbeck since he had already given me two of them several years ago, and the Bell Bucktail is too similar to the Placidboat Rapidfire that I already have. My camp on a private lake is too small for a sailboat that he and I had sailed, so I had to pass on them. But I did drive away with among a carfull of other things, a brand new kevlar Wenonah Prospector 15, a much different canoe than the sleaker faster boats I tend to like. My daughter and young grand daughter may end up using it more than me.
Still active and more than mentally alert, although slowing in the joints at age 75, he is gone way too soon, Rest in peace my dear friend.
You just never know, do you