I started hiking with Dick almost 25 years ago. My first specific recollection of co-leading with him was to Big Iron from the N in October '67. Since we both lived on the east side, we spent many hours
together driving, in either his VW bug or mine, to far
flung HPS, SPS and DPS climbs. He was a marvelous friend, widely diversified in
his interests, and utterly dependable as everyone knows.His hiking and leadership records, his list of awards, and his stupendous and absolutely unique contribution in getting out the Chapter schedule for all these years, are well known and will undoubtedly be chronicled elsewhere. I like to come back to some of his more personal characteristics. He was gentle, but solid. He had a marvelous sense of humor, sometimes tinged with sarcasm, but never with rancor. He was probably the most widely known--and universally loved--member in the entire Chapter. His passing is a severe blow to all of us, and his loss will be felt for a long time.
How Bailey
(To the tune of 'Home on the Range')
| Oh, give us a peak for the strong, not the weak Not an HPS knoll! Together we'll climb up Argus another time Ron Jones will lead us to our goal. Chorus: Norm Rohn on the range where the desert deer does play Where gunshot is heard with discouraging words "I haven't hit a Damn thing all day" Give me a good time to go with the climb and make it memorable. Strawberries and ice cream are more than a dream and they go great with barbecued burro. |
(chorus) The party is loud but Jones has us "away from the crowd" and Betty's skits are the hit of the show. There are pills of blue that you swallow, not chew and we sing to Eldon's banjo. (chorus) Now this is a song, not a poem in honor of Jones and Rohn and the "annual" burro bake. I don't just thank these two I thank each one of you for making the occasion so great (last chorus) |
Paul Freiman 11-88