Thereís really something special about your writing Steve. Itís not in the flowery description, or an amazing plot (though sometimes those are quite outrageous too). It just has an honest simplicity that sucks me into your world, filling a hole in mine.
I am just as happy reading your words as I am reading Edward Abbey or John Steinbeck.
Someday Roadie you will meet your dog on the rainbow bridge, and, crossing over together, you will find your own spot that will last for eternity, without any NO CAMPING signs to throw away!
Thanks for the story.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an
animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet
goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our
special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of
food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and
comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to
health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and
strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times
gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small
thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left
behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one
suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are
intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the
group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and
faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend
finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted
again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress
the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of
your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your
heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.
Tear up every time I read it. When I die I hope to find all of my _best_ friends there.
Yes Steve, another thanks and gratitude for your thoughtful writings. Your true tale about the nazis & that judge is one of my favorite ST postings ever. Itís bittersweet reading this knowing this is all going bye bye soon...regards & thanks again...Russ
I have never posted to Supertopo and thought it would be fitting to do it for the first and last time, posting to you, just before the whole forum disappears into the ether. Even though your beater white truck, Miss Oula, and you are no longer part of the Bishop landscape, and even though you and I don't send 5.13s (ropeless!) together anymore, I still have some pretty terrific memories...not of the climbing (which was pretty awesome!) but of listening to you tell stories. What a gift you have! Not only are you a talented writer of stories, but you are a magical teller of stories, and I am one of the lucky ones to have heard you say many of these in person. My favorite one was about Roadie getting haplessly lured by a gender-bending, mystical Satan, while on tour. Do you remember narrating our walk off the Chouinard-Herbert? That descent never felt so effortless. But there were many more tall tales, at least one per route. What a way to chronicle our climbing partnership! Lucky me. Thanks for being someone who needs to tell stories, Steve. This busting-at-the-seams world needs some relief.