Louis always insisted on walking faster than the rest of us.
Rain or snow.
He was our fire master extraordinaire.
And our Sliding Rock slider.
Which is not to say he was above taking a well deserved break.
Sometimes too well deserved.
And he always hiked in tattered shorts no matter the weather.
In the Rockies
And the Smokies.
He loved his hot chocolate.
And his feet were not always firmly planted on the ground.
Lost in contemplation.
And we’re pretty sure he’s out there still.
