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.
It has been about two years since I entered a comment here.
Sometimes 2007 seems so close, other times not so.
The intertwining of the paths in our lives meanders on.
This year it will return us to Lander, Wyoming.
Our daughter, Pete's niece, is excited about a NOLS internship in Lander.
Molly has completed several NOLS courses.
It is sad that Pete is not around to enjoy and relish in this wonderful "family affair".
I know his spirit and personality will embrace our daughter is many wonderful ways as she walks and lives and touches the same places that have Pete's fingerprints on.