Awh...that's my Mutt. I've read all those stories about how a dog will grieve for a loved one lost. I remember the first time I met "vandwellers" at the Slabs... I think there were seven there on my first outting. Mutt was the first 4-legged one to greet me as I stepped out of my van... and then he and Homer did this growling/fighting kinda thing, as if to say, "she's mine", no she's mine. And as I approached the group... I began to recognize people from having gotten to known folks a little over the internet. Ron was the first I reached down to shake hands with, not realizing he could no really make a "hand shake." I've always hoped I didn't embarrass him, but I shook it anyway. Then after that I got to meet you Katie, then Mike and Heidi, and Bob Wells, and I forgot who else. It was a lot of excitement and happiness. I remember you, Katie, where in the process of unloading everything from your van and Bob was in the process of rebuilding or building the shelf/bed unit... so I jumped in and helped. Later we moved camp to a more open place away from the fumes of the fires (for Mike and for me). Then Bob and I drove into a town(?) and got gunk/caulking material for installing my vent fan (the reason for this first outting of mine). Reed showed up later that day with Bear (RIP Bear-you got good company now). We fun we had... and remember the Schwanns truck arriving as I got down off my roof after the six hour vent install... and me running to see if they had coffee ice cream... and then the ice cream left with Mike and Heidi to go to the hospital and I had to wait a couple more days for my reward. What a time!!! So many memories, not all good ... but all such good friends. Best we take time to enjoy those we love and care about. I'm just in shock... things feel so unfinished. I was so hoping he would get to make that cross country trip on a road-wheelchair/bike with Katie as his road warrior. I loved that dream of his. I would have been there along the route somewhere cheering him on. I just want to scream or cry or hug someone. Guess when I get back up on the mountain I will do just that... paddle out on the middle of the lake when no one is there and just let out a blood-curdling scream.