(Last Updated On: August 2, 2010)
Last week, we once again lost a good friend to the mountains, this time Lacy Meadows. His passing brought back many memories of Jack Hannan’s tragic accident just a few months ago. In particular, I kept thinking of a day last spring when I had a chat with a bird while climbing Mount Wilson.
“A chat with a bird, you say? What a hippy!” Well, here’s the story. A raven was flying overhead, soaring along a nearby ridge, when he decided to land near me, just 15 feet away. I was reminded of the movie Steep, and the part when the late great Doug Coombs discusses seeing black birds in the Alps, and they represent his fallen friends who passed away in the mountains. So I kept climbing, and this bird started walking with me, always no more than 15 feet away. I was a bit ahead of Brittany at that time, so it was just me and this bird, walking up towards the pass. Well, I decided right than and there that that bird was Jack, so we had a little talk. It was reassuring to know that Jack was there with us on a difficult peak, showing us the way and leading us to the top of a difficult peak. I’m not spiritual by any means, but there was something about that bird and thinking about Jack that I won’t soon forget. I look forward to seeing Lacy soaring above me on a fine mountain day in the future, and having a little talk with him too.
Miss you Lacy
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