I remember Pete from my early days of climbing at Seneca Rocks when he was a guide there along with a guy named Topper. They were always good to us and invited us to their house for a shower. One of Pete's clients had accidentally left his climbing pack in our campsite, and when we turned it in to the Gendarme climbing shop, Pete arranged for us to get a small reward. I bought my first chalk bag with the money. We cooked a pineapple upside down cake on our camp stove, burned the crap out of it and shared it with Pete and Topper. The burned part didn't bother them a bit. I didn't know Pete well, but I always considered him a friend.
I don't know that many people come here anymore. I've been writing about Pete lately and so was pulled back to this forum, which was my lifeblood for months after his death. I thank everyone who has ever written here. I treasure every story, every memory you've shared about Pete. We miss him and Avery is growing up into a beautiful young woman, but her memories are fading and so these stories help keep her father's memory alive.
I finally commissioned a wonderful artist — Julie Burr — to create an urn for Pete's ashes and this summer we dedicated it at a small gathering of friends and family. It was a beautiful, sad, happy evening. Again, Pete touched us and reminded us to live life to its fullest. Thank you my sweet man. I hope your spirit is happy and free.
What a beautiful way to honor Pete's memory. I didn't know him all that well and only met the three of you a few times on my many visits to Lander, but my great friends there have always had wonderful things to say about him.
I had the true honor of carrying my friend Todd Skinner's ashes back from Wyoming a couple years ago and delivering them to Julie in NC (where I used to live). She is such an amazing artist and has done these two men proud by the memorials she has created.
I hope someday I can visit Pete's and I also hope you and Avery are well and happy.