My deep condolences to Kev’s friends and family. I corresponded with him once, in appreciation for his guidance after hiking the Haute Route. I’ve never done that with a travel author before or since, which speaks volumes about the way his books were written It was many years ago, but I still have his book. I particularly remember coming toward the top of the Fenestra d’Arpete and having a family ask, “are you with Kev?” I was… and it turned out they were neighbors and knew him personally. I also remember the final day of that trip, turning a corner with anticipation because of his glorious description of the view. Those words have followed me through decades of exploring beautiful mountain ranges, so much so that I can repeat them from memory: “what was spread before me, before us, was a priceless gem of perfection, an unsurpassed, unparalleled vision of glory.” Indeed, I repeated them earlier this week at a spectacular viewpoint in Yosemite. I appreciate his eloquence, his guidance, and the memories that he helped to create. My deepest sympathy to all who knew him.