Diablo Lake. |
I left him there for ten days and headed up to Bellingham
for most of a week, where I managed to get back in the hills for a few short
strolls along Canyon Creek, Happy Creek and the Happy Panther Trail. I joined old friends briefly for a volunteer weeding
party at Diablo Lake, then spent several more days getting a little work done
on the rental. Next came Oregon for a three-day
conference and more short rambles around the base of Mount Hood in perfect October
weather.
From there, I zipped over the clouds back to Arizona to
check on my dad. This time it wasn’t
good. In fact he had given up
altogether, wouldn’t eat and decided he just wanted to be done with it. He’d lost his wife in March and without any
real mobility, and not much sensation left in his hands, he felt no need to
carry on. So I stayed with him until he
slipped away on October 28, 2012. My
brother from PA joined us there while our dad still knew who we were. Amazingly, just three days before he passed,
he was still telling stories of places he used to sail, rattling off the names
of classic wooden boats he built or helped build, most of which are probably
long gone by now. I’ve posted below a
photo of one he designed and built in the early Sixties—a 40-foot schooner,
Destiner, that was the pride of the fleet.
Rest well, dad.
Mount Hood, OR. |
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