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hossjulia
Trad climber
Eastside
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Oct 14, 2009 - 11:48pm PT
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Thanks for posting that Rick, hope to see it in person sometime.
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Cindy
Trad climber
Boulder, CO
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I just found out today. I hope you're loving it up there Pierre! You are truly missed. Sorry I couldn't have been more timely but I've been working on my Plan B and it's working out for me, but at the price of losing touch with the likes of you and a few other amazing souls. I'm just starting to reconnect in the climbing community after a few years away.
Just the handful of times you and I climbed together had a profound impact on me. I remember them so clearly, your grace on that 11+R/X in Eldo and my nauseau at the very thought of simply following the pitch. How you snaked me our first time out by "bringing the rack". Bastard, you know I said it to your face, handed me all those nuts and hexes. At least you did me the courtesy of showing me the hex I'd need for the sandbagged 9+ crux and telling me how to place a hex was thoughtful too. Haha! It was great I felt like a hero afterwards and was forever smitten with your sparkling blue eyes. In awe of your comfort on the rock.
I'm sorry I never had the guts to really haze you hard about the drinking. Yeah, I know, it probably wouldn't have made a difference. But you deserved it, I mean you were so exceptional in my eyes, I owed you that much. But I was too afraid to do it. Sorry man.
I hope we can send a few more exciting lines together on the other side. You are truly gifted in the art of subtle sandbagging and cajoling so I can't wait to see what you talk me in to leading then. Thanks for getting me those guiding gigs while I was searching for Plan B. I felt we were more in the same place than ever at that point, a real kindred connection. I miss your great stories, amazing smile and beautiful climbing.
RIP Pierre
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G_Gnome
Trad climber
In the mountains... somewhere...
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Hard to imagine it's already been 4 years. We sure miss him in Tuolumne every August. I haven't met many people that had the grace when moving over stone that Pete did.
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Patrick Oliver
Boulder climber
Fruita, Colorado
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Pete actually declared once to the world that he thought I
was, at least for a few days, possibly the best free climber
in the country... Well I had a few moments in the sun,
and my best didn't last long, and few ever saw it, but I think
he might have been around then. That Pete would even suggest
such a thing meant the world to me. He was a really fine climber,
and he knew the climbing world back and forth, the Yosemite scene,
the east, and Colorado. He would make fun of me, when I had my
first daughter. I passed by him one afternoon sitting on a bench near
Neptune where he worked, and he was resting, taking a little
break from work, and I remember on this occasion
telling him I was on my way to the store, just a short walk
from Neptune's, and he said something like, "Goint to buy diapers?"
That stung, because, yes I was moving into the family life thing
and, by definition, fast away from any type of star status as
a climber. Yet when he said it he had a big cynical smile,
and I think he knew the transience of life and of our days of
glory. Pete was too young to go, but sometimes life just
gets too difficult. I kind of feel his spirit near, these days.
I have my own delicate existence and can better relate to where
he must have been, my friend Pete, at the end.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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what a thoughtful bunch we were back then.
thanks folks, for shedding good light ... and persevering
time well spent pickin' up a few missed stitches
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Bldrjac
Ice climber
Boulder
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Just was thinking about Pete the other day as I drove past his old place in Boulder Canyon. Going back through the posts, I couldn't help but be struck by the losses since....Jack, Pisco (our dog), Raydog...and probably more on the thread. Sometimes the march of loss and the inevitable grief is almost too excruciating. But I guess all of us remaining carry their lives, love, and idiosyncrasies with us..........and I find some comfort in that.
pam
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guyman
Social climber
Moorpark, CA.
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Every time I open up a bottle of wine I think of Pete and Peater....
Last time with Steres was after I helped him get his VW Van running better, cracked open a really good bottle and shared it while it got dark in the TM campground.
Last time with Peater. Camp ground on Walker Pass- he was traveling on his motorcycle and we hung out shared a few bottles and talked about old times, old friends.
Hug your friends
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