Terry

[StephyG]

To all of us who felt we could have done something, lets just believe it was his time. From us, he experienced a whole lot of love, just as he demanded. Maybe the timing was off, but Terry knew from experience what his resources were. If he felt some hope, he would have let us help him. I don't think Terry's pride was limiting in that way.

Who knows what he missed out on, maybe it wasn't much. All that I know is that he was blessed with youth from 0-52, a lot of loyal friends and as I learned from the ceremonies a wonderful mother and kin.

I still wish he was here, but that is for my own selfish reasons. Thank you Terry for all you gave!

[Cliff Heindel]

A demanding presence lingers. My relationship with Terry was incipient.
As projects go, I thought, and still want to believe, than getting to know Terry was going to extend my limits. I sensed an outcast, ironic idealism.

I feel that the distance to the end is nearer, as if unbridgeable worlds have
nonetheless been brought closer. The insistent attention Terry apparently gave to each discreet move must have been part of the fusion of mind and body that's separation sustains mystery.

All I really know is that Terry didn't pass up the chance to pm a stranger
and heave a sigh of sympathy and humor. God bless the living if losing
people like Terry is our fate.

[haas]

Terry you were loved by many, I hope you knew that

[john e aragon]

terry, was a prick, but i liked him. he gave alot to the gorge, and his friends. i will miss him.

[littleboxes15]

The first time I laid eyes on Terry, Stephanie was flashinging him from the passenger seat of Wes's car. Oddly enough, things only got more interesting from there.

Terry, despite our rough start, I hope you know have earned my respect, not just as a climber, but as a person. Rest in peace.


Erika

[Don McGlone]

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky
Shine on you crazy diamond
You were caught in the cross fire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond
Threatened by shadows at night and exposed in the light
Shine on you crazy diamond
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far
Shine on you crazy diamond
Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there
Shine on you crazy diamond
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph,
sail on the steel breeze
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!

[peterjane]

About Terry:
I knew and worked with Terry before he started climbing.As a matter of fact I think I got him into it. He started climbing and I didn't due to us parting ways.You see, we flew a corporate turboprop together.We ended up being a great team. Of course the airplane got sold, and I moved away, but we always kept the contact.Terry visited me in St.Louis the week before he died.He seemed upbeat and happy, so I am still chocked by the bad news, as I only found out 5 days ago.
The bottom line is this: Although Terry could be very demanding, you always felt honored to be counted among his friends. He is the most intelligent person I have ever been around, and the best pilot I have flown with in my 26 year career.
Thanks for letting me visit your site for an input.
Peter Petersen

[captain static]

This story was posted on the RRGCC forum:

It was probably near enough Terry Kindred's first visit to the Red, back in 1995 or 1996. He and I went out to climb "Rock Wars" one afternoon when we could bunk off work and from then on we climbed pretty much every Wednesday in the season and lots of weekends too.

I remember the first time, that same summer, we went to Miguel's. It was a seriously hot summer day and after climbing "Loosen Up" and some other stuff I've forgotten we ended up at the shack seriously hot. We were so sweaty that we went round back stripped off and started dancing around under a garden hose. When some tourists came around back (lookin for the gift shop?) Terry bends over, moons them and makes his arse say, Ace Ventura-like, "Hey, can I ass you sumpthin?". The tourists spun around and took off like they'd seen a ghost (instead of just a moon!).

Another time he came to visit me in England and we travelled up to Snowdonia to see "where it all began". Well, the classic trad climb "Cenotaph Corner" looked dry enough, from the road, but after a long hard slog up to the start of the route it was found sopping wet. We climbed it anyway with Terry leading strong and bold -- said he was damned if we was going to let a little rain get in the way since he'd come so far. Actually, what he said was (I'll never forget it): "don't know whether to shit or wind my watch, guess I'd better shit on my watch!" I knew what he meant though. We got back to the hut after dark and I promise you beer never tasted so good!

Hope nobody minds my posting a few remembrances,
Chad Staddon, Bristol, UK

[Paul3eb]

Steve Zissou: Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go on an overnight drunk, and in 10 days I'm going to set out to find the shark that ate my friend and destroy it. Anyone who wants to tag along is more than welcome.

Oseary Drakoulias: You must swear, legally swear that you will not kill that shark, or whatever it is, if it actually exists.
Steve Zissou: I'm going to fight it, but I'll let it live. What about my dynamite?

Jane Winslett-Richardson: Are we-are we safe in here?
Steve Zissou: I doubt it.



This is an adventure.

[Paul3eb]

and then your head popped off..