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I know many people are aware of this, but to those of you who haven't heard, I think you should know.
I am really sad to have to post this. We lost Terry Kindred yesterday.

He was the most ardent and colorful champion of the Red. He believed in the Red and the value of the climbing there and saw the potential of climbing there more than anyone else in the community. He set a standard of quality and craftsmanship in route developement that was difficult to match and was sometimes aggrevating to try to match.
He brought us more climbing opportunities than anyone has in the Red. His dedication to service and volunteerism gave us all many of our best crags and replacement of unsafe anchors on many of our best routes already established by others. He and Team Suck single handedly replaced more old bolts and placed more new bolts and routes that any one before.
He was yet another pedestal of climbing in the Red that we have lost.
There is a huge hole that we all know (having learned this from John's death) will not be filled.
My prayers go out to Terry's wife, his daughter, and his mom, and to all of his friends and climbing partners.
Good bye Terry. Rest in peace. We miss you.

That is terrible news.

The red will never be the same without terry ....I miss him already...

I have never cared what most people thought of me, but I always cared what Terry Kindred thought about me--even before we became close. I was very honored the first time Terry let me belay him with a "rappel device" and even more honored when he allowed me into his heart as a friend and gave me his trust. For those of you who only saw Terry as outspoken and perhaps a little egotistical, I want you to know he was a very sensitive, loving person who would do anything for a friend. He touched many of us and will be missed forever.

My heart goes out to his daughter, Kolbie, to his wife, Deb, to his mother, and to everyone who has been so deeply affected by Terry's death.

kindred:

1 a : a group of related individuals b : one's relatives
2 : family relationship : KINSHIP

we were all kindred spirits. he gave us all so much and brought us together in the way some souls create a gravity, a magnetism all their own. terry pushed us all, especially when we sat on our hands. he pushed us to think, to consider, to evaluate, to care about what we do and what we believe. and more than that, he made us do something about it.

it's a hard time for all. talk to each other. listen to the others.

terry is gone only as far as you let his memory go in your mind. look around you, especially in the red, and look at all the good the man has done for the community and the people. take that, put it into your life, put into action, make a difference. celebrate the man's life and his immense good by keeping it in your life, showing it to everyone you can. take this man's life and learn from it, teach others.

dear steppenwolf, you're an immortal. laugh with the others.. "eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke."

oh how i wish you were here..

in my short apprenticeship in bolting at the Red, Terry was my most ardent supporter and most vocal critic (always with sound reasoning behind it I might add). I have learned more from his route advice over the last year than one person deserves. thank you Terry, for taking time to explain the ethics of the Red and for sharing your vision with me of what a route developer does, and for instilling a vision of ownership in us all.

this is terrible news. my deepest sympahy to his family and friends

Terry,

You will never be replaced. . . or forgotten.

I did not know him but I'm sorry he's gone, he sounds like a great guy and he's done a lot of good for the Red.

Terry's nature was to excel at things that he loved. His list of accomplishments, climbing-related and non, is long and impressive. I consider myself lucky to have been challenged by his conversations and made more knowledgeable by his teaching. Thank you, Terry, for the moments you shared with me. For the dart lessons at Marikka's, the dream analysis swaps at the Co-op, the crux beta at any given crag, and the wry humor that few possess. You truly are one of a kind, and will never be forgotten. May you rest in peace, for you truly deserve to.