I lost someone today.
I think we all lost a someone today actually.
I met Clint last year whilst working on a National Geographic story in Utah on mountain lion. He sadly passed away today.
Clint was one of those people who actually made the world a better place. Those who knew him well, those who spent most time with him in the mountains where he was so at home, will miss him more, I’m certain of that, as will the predators he dedicated his life to.
Clint, I hope you too can be wrapped in your favourite jacket and buried in the mountains exactly as you honoured the lives of all the dogs who rode with you. Too soon sir. Way too soon.
Thank you for the rides out.
‘In the quiet of the morning when the sky is clear and white and dawn’s soft hush has slipped across the solitude of night.
When the last pale star has fallen and the East’s a rosy glow, streaked with lavenders and orchids with a touch of indigo.
When the colors all are blending, there is no defining each, and the sun peeps up appearing like some plump and pinkish peach.
There is nothing quite so moving, quite so silent, quite so strange as the Lord’s most recent wonder, the birth of morning on the range.
I can’t quite seem to fathom, I can’t help wondering why, I was placed amongst such beauty, all this solitude and sky.
Now, I see you ride before me, as my feet trod earthly sod, I watch you vanish in the sunrise.
Go with God