Bill was always on an adventure
in the mountains sharing his birthday with friends
un amigo maravilloso
te amamos querido amigo
Hey Jerry, very, very nice post about Bill Kees.
I wanted to leave this short sonnet I wrote about Bill—and gave to Susan—for the memorial at Mountainfilm. Here it is …
Remembering Bill Kees
We shouldn’t measure lives in years, The only real measure of a life is friends. Good friends add up to a good life, Great friends make it even better.
Bill Kees was such a friend. Bill was a climber, as I had been Years earlier—and I treasured that. We never climbed together
But Bill was the kind of friend You would need, and would trust On the other end of the rope
Ready to catch you when you fell. Bill Kees was just such a friend, There aren’t that many.
Thanks for the reminder re Bill. I didn’t know him well at all but like all of the tribe, connection was easy.
I met Bill in the early ‘70’s as you know when he hosted Jeff Lowe and I when we came down to Telluride to climb Bridalveil. A wonderful man then and a wonderful man on our second encounter decades later.
I sometimes wonder at the brilliant weave of connections that have held our community together for 50 years now. I encounter folks I haven’t seen in 30 years and the conversation picks up as if we saw each other yesterday.
Además, even tribal members within the circle that I’ve never met are like old friends when we meet. So many small degrees of separation mean we “ know“
each other before even meeting.
We have all been extremely lucky to be born into a generation that questioned the traditional American model and it encouraged the often eccentric lives, set in wild spaces all over the globe, that we have led.
A candle indeed, a raised glass to the fallen. All hail living your life however the fuck you want !!