MEMORY

I remember my parents carrying me and my brother to the back of the Falcon stationwagon at 4 a.m. to begin our journeys into the mountains for a week of camping. Sometimes I pretended to sleep, luxuriating in the comfort of careful transfer. The smell of a freshly lit cigarette confirmed we were on our way. Camping every summer was a given, and reinforced my love of nature that eventually brought me to the wonders of the Pacific Northwest.

Sharon

Whether on their own or with their hiking group, Joe loved the great outdoors.