The rivers of the world will miss you, Max, as do those of us who enjoyed your presence there. You always smiled the broadest when headed towards foaming whitewater, or while explaining how you ran a certain rapid, successfully or not. Thanks for taking me on my first ever rafting trip, and on many more after that. I cherish my many precious memories of remote places: the sound of a canyon wren at dawn; the sight of swallows nesting in the niches of a steep canyon wall; on the bank as we floated by views of a flock of wild turkeys, or big horn sheep, or ducks, or geese, or...Thanks, again, Max. My world was greatly broadened by my contact with you.