We came to Bend about the same time as Dave – early 1960’s. We got to know him as a work colleague (Bob at the Bulletin)
and later (Fran at COCC). That led to a growing friendship when he became a next-door neighbor, then a hiking and camping companion; (though we never got into the cross-country skiing and bike riding experiences he enjoyed.)
At his suggestion, we became support participants in the Oregon Bike Ride over 10-15 years — in which we spent two-week stints in the summer with Dave as Wagon Master. We saw parts of Oregon we probably never would have seen except for this experience. It was a wonderful experience — as well as fun.
And we have thought of him as extended family — as Dave watched our kids grow up and he was there — over these past 50
years — during the happy and sad events in our lives. During that time there were costume parties and bar-b-ques, and pizza parties, and pot lucks — with lots of laughter and jovial teasing. So many remarkable years.
In these later years contact was mostly by e-mail, as Dave and Sam journeyed from coast to coast in their beloved Cygnus, with occasional breaks to Bend. Then it was pot-luck time and visiting with old friends, again.
One canoe trip in the early days was particularly memorable. We, canoe novices, were invited on an overnight campout, along with some of Dave’s friends, to oar three canoes into the far reaches of Sparks Lake, where we found a lovely isolated beach. After darkness engulfed us, and with no moon — just the clearest Central Oregon starry night sky — we rowed out into the center of the lake. The lake was so still it became a mirror, reflecting the stars and snow-capped mountains, and it felt as though we were floating in the universe. As close to a spiritual experience as one could come.
Thanks for all these memories, Dave
Surely there are more beautiful biking trails for you. We’ll be thinking fondly of you as being on one of your extended bicycle trips.