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January 24, 2020


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Rosemary Carstens

What a lovely salute to Bill--sometimes even an absence can be an influence, like negative space in a painting. Where there is what some would call "nothing," there is sometimes a long-lasting echo of past life. I am not a religious person in the usual sense, but in my travels there have been times I've entered an ancient cathedral and felt that the stone walls had absorbed the prayers of the devout. I could feel their presence.

Kathy Kaiser

Rosemary, I agree. In Scotland, at the Callanish Stones I felt the presence of the neolithic people who had lived there 4,000 years ago.

Julene Bair

I love that last picture of his cabin, with the glow on the grass in the foreground repeated in the sun's glow on the cabin. Reading this, I pondered the trade-offs, between solitude in nature and company in the city. I am quite nostalgic for the times I've had the former, but not so sure I could do without the latter anymore. Beautiful, evocative writing, as always.

Kathy Kaiser

Thanks, Julene. While I enjoy a short stay in the city, I'm always ready to head back to the cabin.


Thank you for telling us about Bill. What an interesting life he must have had. I love that photo of him with his dog.

Kathy Kaiser

Thanks, Shoney. I love that photo, too.


One day in the 70's when I was in Bill Waite's cabin , as a teen, marveling at the simplicity of his cabin and the bare light bulb hung from the ceiling over his reading chair I realized that I was not a mountain man. I did however enjoy some summer days in your area climbing, hiking and fishing when I was there with my parents and later with friends. I have not been to the area since 1983. Bills cabin appears to be about the same now as then--- I didn't recall that Bill had a road named after him--maybe later? Thank you for the stroll down memory lane. It was a yearning for good times gone by, google earth and Bill Waites name in a google search that brought me to your blog. I hope I will venture to Meeker Park again some day--wonderful memories. I'd like to see what things look like now.

Kathy Kaiser

Brad, thanks for your comments and description of Bill's cabin. New owners have since enlarged the cabin in the back, with a bathroom and shower, and modernized the inside, although the outside still looks the same.
I think the county named the road after him after Bill died, because various people have told me he would have hated the "notoriety," as he was somewhat of an introvert, from what I gather.
Hope you get to visit Meeker Park again sometime soon. There's a few new homes, but not a lot has changed over the years. There are more all-year residents than when Bill lived here, but it's still quiet in the winter. And we have a lot of moose here now.

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