Signposts 
	and Junctions      
	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