Peter J. Weber

Peter Weber Obituary

Weber, Peter J.
59, was born on Feb. 20, 2011 in Watertown, WI and passed away on April 17, 2011. Peter was a longtime Arizona resident growing up in Phoenix. He loved the thrill of adventure & traveling. He spent the last years of his life exploring the Superstition Mountains. He is survived by his mother Nancy Ragland, daughter Ivy Weber, sisters Gayle Aniuk & Jeanine Cooper, nephews Scott Campbell & Adam Willis. Please join us in celebration of Peter's life on Fri., May 6, 2011 at 11:00am at Superstition Funeral Home 398 E. Old West Highway, Apache Junction, AZ. (480) 982-2727.

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Published by The Arizona Republic on May 2, 2011.

Memories and Condolences
for Peter Weber

4 Entries

Beth Decker

May 6, 2011

Peter,

We will miss you - I will miss you.

I will miss the long, frequent conversations we had about life and love.

I am taking solace in the fact that you were doing what you so loved to do.
I know many people probably won't understand - your love of the Superstition Mountains, the respect you have gained in our circle for being such a "boots on the ground" guy.
You practiced what you preached - your love of the "search" and your willingness to do whatever it took to be out, following that dream - a dream many of us in this "special" circle have - you gained our respect - you were a "do-er" not a talker. You walked the walk. You shared what you had with those you didn't even know - by making sure that someone else in the mountains might have food and water and shelter if they needed it - you shared whatever you had.

I'm sure that only a treasure hunter can understand your motivations - but, there are lots of us who did.

Nothing is so sweet as being able to do what you love to do - and, Peter, I know that you were doing what you loved to do. You were searching for the treasure - and I know that part of the treasure is the seeking of it. And, you did that - every chance you got. Everyone I have talked to has said the same thing - which is an important and a high compliment from treasure hunters - "Peter always had his boots on the ground" - high praise, and a lot of respect from treasure hunters to a treasure hunter.

Like I have said, life is never so sweet, as when you have the opportunity to do what you love. Peter, you did that - and while we will miss you - we will also know that you are in a place where all the treasures in the world are at your feet. Rest in Peace, Peter - until we meet again, at those Golden Gates.

And, to his family - I have known Peter for a few years - if it is possible for someone to pass happy - I think Peter was happy if he was out and about. Peter has several "caches" out in the Superstition Mountains, with food, sleeping bags and water - just in case there was a problem - he planned every trip - he always had a plan. I can still see him in his - what he called his "Solomons" (and we called sneakers) and his Red Bull - he traveled many miles in the mountains - and took many wonderful pictures that he sent me, along with many other notes on things he found. He knew what he wanted, and did whatever he could, to do that - he was very passionate about it. He was a straight-forward, honest man, who did not mind sharing anything he had, from information, to food, to help. He had a determination that not many people have. He was a good friend to those he knew. He was - and always will be - one of the family - the family of Dutch Hunters and he will forever be remembered.

Tracy Hagen

May 5, 2011

Rest In Peace.

Anne Dorre

May 3, 2011

Peter, you left us too soon. You will be missed.

Alice Thomson

May 2, 2011

Oh Peter. You had the brightest smile and the lightest heart and a quick step with feet that never really liked shoes and I can see your memory for people and their stories stretching out like an endless river of friendship to a place where all is okay and I can hear your encouraging words for and to people in all circumstances and see you standing there at the ready to help.
Were we there enough for you?
Your recent emails told the story of your quest for truth at a trial, discovery in a mountain range and identity in a world gone economically mad and literarily bankrupt.
Your fame in publishing will last forever---among your other books, I have your degrees book on my bookshelf and love that you included a few not-so-famous friends in the descriptions of those born around the zodiac. You were a true believer there and made one out of me helping me select dates and even times for things including surgery using what you knew about the stars and how they pull us toward our true selves.
I thank you Peter for always accepting the true selves of individuals. Your genuine humility in the face of how truly great a person you were was a beacon for those of us seeking more purity of heart in a sometimes black world.
If the world was closing in on you Peter you never let us know. There were no complaints about your final circumstances and no reports of regret or worry or need.
I remember in our travels together a day in northern Arizona where the sky was alternately cloudy and raining then would open up to blue. You knew all the back roads and that day of traveling the tiny roads to tiny towns you drove us straight through a rainbow and we were showered with spectral light for the second it took to pass through.
Over the rainbow with you Peter---who gets to do that? I will never forget your kindnesses and patience, your desire to help people everywhere, strangers, friends, colleagues and I want especially Ivy to know you were one of the good guys making a way on the road less traveled, refusing to buy into the money trough mentality, living a cut above the rest of us, and dying on the trail like the adventuresome independent man you were.
The world can never be the same---I hope I always remember what you taught me.

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