Well, it was both fun and strenuous, but of a winter weekend in ‘72, Tom and I set out on foot with heavy packs from our homes in UP, to and across the Narrows Bridge, along the backroads to Kopachuck, where we pitched a tent in the dark, and camped for a long weekend, yammering about life, about God, about our plans for good lives. He was, back then, a very good-hearted and loyal friend. Holy God, grant him peace and clarity and great joy.