Dexter was the most passionate, caring, funny, determined, and happy person that I have ever met and I miss him dearly. He was more than a friend, he was a brother.
Dex and I first met while working for GTE in Nashville and quickly became friends. One day we started talking about places we wanted to go and things we wanted to do and soon we had an elaborate plan to start hiking the Appalachian Trail. On our first hike we carried 50+ pound packs in the middle of July in Georgia, not realizing that both were really, really bad ideas. Despite the challenges, by the end of our hike we had already planned another trip.
My adventures with Dex took me all over North America from the summit of Mt. Rainier at over 14,000 feet to Bad Water Basin, the lowest spot in the United States at 190 feet below sea level. We hiked over 150 miles together on the Appalachian Trail and encouraged each other on our guideless summit climb of Mt. Shasta. We stood on the edge of cliff at Half-Dome in Yosemite with only inches separating us from the valley floor over 4,500 feet below. We traveled to Victoria British Columbia, Whistler Canada and many, many other places.
We conquered mountains together and I literally trusted him with my life.
I always knew that everything would work out and be ok if he was around. Regardless of where we traveled, his strong spirit lit the way as he positively impacted the lives of those he met.
Throughout our travels, we shared ideas, stories, memories and dreams. We talked about our future trips to Kilimanjaro and Denali, rafting the Grand Canyon, searching for Bigfoot, going on a treasure hunt, taking my son on his first mountain climbing trip and how funny it would be when we were really old sitting in rocking chairs and grossly exaggerating all of our adventures. He talked about what was right in the world, appreciated the small things and was determined to always do the right thing and put others first. He made me a better person and he led by example.
He always said that I had a terrible sense of direction and now, for the fist time in my life, I feel truly lost and empty and I can’t believe he's gone.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
Climb On My Brother