In this video, Greg Hudson speaks about something he learned from Alan Chadwick: Nature responds to the soul of the human being.  Additional clips of Greg speaking about Chadwick can be found here: 

http://www.alan-chadwick.org/…

I knew Gregory not too well, but well enough to admire him for his free spirit especially. I knew him through my friend, Christine. Sometimes I joined the two of them to see a good movie. I always enjoyed our thought-provoking conversations afterward about the movie, among other subjects.  I will miss these times and his unique personality. Namaste, Gregory.   

Turning the soil of life there are the dark and light times, the flowers and the weeds. Greg was my older brother. 

 I knew his many expressions of life . Times we fought and times where a pint of beer with fish and chips was fun with him! The best memory is when he came home from college and built up a family garden.  I made up a sign and we called it Sony’s garden. My white mustang  Sony gave an eternity of fertilizer for his garden. Some of my good light filled best memories with brother Greg. How we laughed over this! 

Written by Gregory:

I have to admit that no days go by without my thoughts touching on Mr. Chadwick.

I went to Blue Lake with a few others on what we thought was an "Errand of Mercy" with Bibb lettuce and other Alan necessities. Of course, we were met with tea time and an invitation to a chicken dinner with wine.

Much of that three days has fallen back into the mists, but not the hikes we took. After breakfast on the next two days, we hiked. Will, thankfully, lingered in camp. One hike took us over the southern brow of the bowl in which Blue Lake sat, down towards Lake Spaulding. We followed a brisk creek that tumbled through a forested hillside. Each twist and turn of the sun/shadow dappled creek held pools of liquid light. We became giddy with intoxication as we sampled what each pool had to offer.

The other hike took us away from the lake, across the northern brow, and then over the eastern edge of the bowl towards the Grouse Ridge area. There the landscape was open, far-reaching. As we descended into a canyon we were serenaded by a great herd of cows, each step they took causing the bells hanging 'round their necks (used to frighten rattlesnakes) to ring and join this great harmonic symphony. When we rose on the far side of the canyon, we found and then followed an alpine creek tumbling between rock and sunlight, both sides graced with alpine flowers in full bloom. We followed this creek to a large granite outcrop. At its foot was a deep pool of cold, clear water, cut into the rock. After swimming and resting we continued to search around the outcrop and came to another pool cut out of the granite. This pool was shallow and still. In its middle was a water lily in full bloom. The lily floated next to a submerged log, and between the two, seeming to be suspended in liquid air, lay a very large trout. I don't remember the returns on either hike but I will always remember those hikes at Blue Lake with Mr. Chadwick.

Gregory, Brian Wolfe, Brian Hiatt, and Michael Denardi practicing for a gig.  This was one of his favorite songs.  

Brian Hiatt

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