Bye, Our Bear

It has not been the best 6 months the passed 6 months.

Aaron Rossin, our bear, RIP.

The Audacity of Adventure

by Geoff O’Keeffe

Jonny Copp wrote in his 2003 Hooked on the Outdoors reflection on his life, “Climbing a mountain is a bad investment, any financial consultant will tell you that.”

In an industry that in recent years has tried to contain and trademark the concept of “adventure”, Jonathan’s words are an enduring reminder of the soul of why we do what we do.

Adventure is neither a commodity nor a marketing scheme, and at its core, it defies containment. Nor is adventure limited to climbing big mountains or exploring uncharted geographies. Every time we leave the trail of our personal comfort zone or attempt to create something new or take on a task that makes us fearful or uncomfortable, we are adventurers. As a wise person said, “Only a fool feels no fear.” Living an adventurous life is not about being fearless, it’s about knowing, feeling and having the heart to face and contain fear, and still take the next step.

Jonny Copp, Micah Dash and Wade Johnson fully exemplified and embodied that sentiment.

The outdoor and climbing community came together Saturday July 12th in Boulder Colorado to honor the lives and inspiration of these beautiful young men who were lost to us this spring in a tragic climbing accident on Mt. Edgar in western China.

Appropriately located kitty-corner to the Tibetan Buddhist Shambala center, the 103-year-old Boulder Theater was nearly filled to capacity with friends, family, climbers, writers, photographers and the greater outdoor community. As would have been Jon, Micah and Wade’s wish, the bar was open, the food plenty and the mood celebratory.

Prayer flags hung above the stage and memorial presentations for each man greeted us in the lobby. Old friends embraced as they arrived and spoke softly, laughed and cried.

Malcolm Daly, one of our lions of the climbing community, presided as MC with heart, humor and presence, leading the lineup of speakers that included fellow climbers, family members, girlfriends and associates.

Eric Decaria, Mick Folari, Nick Martino, Nick Rosen, Steve Su, and Pete Takeda each told the story of their hasty trip to Sichuan and the heartbreaking recovery and cremation of their friends’ bodies.

We were honored to be provided an intimate look into the lives of each man as their parents recounted their childhood precociousness and antics. Anita and Eric Dash, John and Phyllis Copp and Bruce Johnson spoke from their loss with stunning openness and humility. What became clear was these were normal parents with healthy families, extraordinary only in their love for their sons and support for their passions.

“I wasn’t even a kid by the time my passport was full of stamps.” Jon wrote in his Hooked on the Outdoors piece. “I still come across that wrinkled old document sometimes – with its faded black and white baby picture and its red, blue and back hieroglyphics – and I wonder if all those symbols of borders and disputes and nations somehow took from me the burden of having to view the world as a fragmented and disbanded operation.”

For a young Jonny Copp to develop this expansive perspective gives us a hint of how, as parents, we can raise unfettered kids. We don’t need to push them to be inquisitive or adventurous, rather just be so ourselves and let them explore.

Sender Films colleagues Peter Mortimer, Nick Rosen and Jocelyn Corkin, and Adventure Films’ Mark Reiner shared stories of late nights, editing, writing, filming and camaraderie. Others who spoke with eloquence and passion included Robb Shurr, Sara Close, Matt Segal, Nellie Milfield, Erin Addison and Lennie Zivitz.

When it seemed grief and tears were uncontainable, Timmy O’Neill took the stage and tore the place up, with irreverence, comedy and volume. We laughed until we cried again. Timmy ended by leading the audience in a minute-long roar that threatened to peel the art deco paint from the roof of the historic theatre and surely purged our inner demons.

Our MC, Malcolm Daly, shared this impression of the afternoon’s memorial: “My feeling is that the afterlife is really the residual sum of the effects we have on others after we pass. Wade, Micah and Jonny touched our lives and asked us to be better people.”

We shared our loss, and in so doing we may have been healed. We left the theatre and stepped out into the bright Rocky Mountain sunshine to face our fears and new adventures. We regrouped in a nearby city park for food and friendship as the sky went from blue to black and the wind and rain tumbled down Boulder Canyon with the fury and fearlessness of an adventurous heart.

Memorial for Jonny Copp, Micah Dash, and Wade Johnson

"Jonny Copp, Micah Dash and Wade Johnson died in an avalanche this spring while on a climbing expedition in western China's Sichuan province. The three were leaders in many different realms—climbing boldly, living fully, and loving completely. Jonny, Micah, and Wade touched countless peoples’ lives in Boulder and throughout the world" -Jose

Jose says it right, they touched many people's lives. It's going to be a memorial to celebrate their beautiful lives.

Jonny Copp
Micah Dash

In memories of Jonny

"So if the price of failure is so high, why take the risk?"
"I don't know how to answer the question of 'Why I do this'."
"I don't know if there is really an answer, it's just.... uh... just cause it's a stupid question?"
"It's a question that anyone who pushes the limits of risk will untimely face."
"This is no answer to why we are up there, or why we are into risking ourselves up in the mountains. You know, it's just fun to be out in the mountains having a good time."
-"Jonny Copp and Micah Dask from The Sharp End"

I am honored to have known you.

Rest In Peace, my friend



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Memorial for William Wallace

I could've done something but i didn't. I'm sorry.
You have always been a great friend to me, I am so honored to be your friend. I love you.
I miss you, and you'll be missed forever.
I'm sorry, I love you. I'll see you in heaven. :)

I thought..

i thought I could wait
I thought you would wait
I thought I would hear one more "xiao-hui" from you
I thought You would cook another Chinese New Year's dinner

But I was wrong
You are gone

the pictures says you are gone, but I can't believe it
People said you are gone, but I don't want to believe it

Sorry I lied, I really thought I would've go home before Thanksgiving started.

外婆、我對不住您。
那一聲“小慧你好可愛“還要多久才等的到？
那一句“多吃一點呀、你都沒吃獅子頭“還要等多久？

Should've, could've, would've
I'm sorry... I'm really really sorry...
Love you and miss you

Memorial Ring

The ring for me to remember my grandma is done.

I wish I was there for her, but I wasn't.
I should've gone back, but I didn't.
I could've been there with her, but I didn't make it.

I thought you would be here with us for longer, but you didn't.

Your smile were so beautiful in the picture. I am so proud to be your grandchildren and I wish I can make you proud, somehow.

I was looking at the picture, trying to find you on my face. I guess I got your eyebrow.
Every time when I see my mom in me, I know it is also you.

I wish God gave you 6 more months, just 6 more. So I can see you. So you can see Xiao-Yu get married.

I'm still learning everyday, learning to face the fact that when I got home, I will never see your smile again. I will never hear you saying "Xiao-Hui, you are so cute", I will never hear your giggling.

No more your best lion-head, fish, and dumpling.
No more eating red chili on the toilet.
No more, no more...

I miss you telling me that you don't like Japanese channels.
I miss you telling me to eat more.
I miss you watching TV and knit.
I miss you saying how you are taking care of grandpa.
I miss...

It's funny. The more I tried to remember you, the fuzzier you are.

I love you and I miss you. 6 months... why can't God wait for another 6 months.

Numb

I felt numb when you broke the news.

I tried to cry, but the tear was just so fake.
I tried to scream, but I lost my voice.


My daily routings keep on going.

I went to meet up with Carly, I went to see Emma, I went to Trattoria, then I got home.

I still laugh, I still smile, I still hug friends, nothing really changed.

I know I should be sad, but I'm not as sad as I thought I would.
I know I should be depressed and shot down, but I'm still out there socializing.


Emma is the closest person I could find in this town, on this land. She's a family to me.

I feel guilty when I told her or my close friends about the news.

They told me they are so sorry about my lost, but... I am just too numb I can't even feel how I actually feel about the whole thing. I guess I need time to actually receiving the message in my head, in my heart.


I special ordered a ring.

It's going to be silver with dark fresh water pearl on it. It will be gorgeous, I really can't wait to see it.

I asked them to put words inside the band.

It will be "1921-2008"

It's for you.

It's for me to celebrate your life, and remembering you.

外婆, Rest in Peace. I love you and I miss you.