Mr. Goodfriend

A friend of mine met a young lady heading east from Utah on her way to becoming a guide for the Midwestern outpost of a backcountry service. He told her that he used to be employed by the same guide service, and that during her training she would be hearing a lot about him. He told her some stories, including the time he snuck off to dig a cat hole while a bunch of his kids waited in a canoe above a dam, and also of some of his fraternization with female staff. The girl he'd met attended the guide training and realized that the examples of things that you shouldn't do as a staff member all included our mutual friend. His legacy lives on.