As a personal and hiking friend, Ken was a "mountain" of a man who soared beyond the limits of human experience. He led a metaphysical life of adventure that always built on life-long learning. He was an inspiration to all my students and taught me how to overcome my fight with cancer.
Never idle: on one trip we camped along the shore of the Bay of Conception in Baja, Mexico and lived for a week on fresh caught fish, local bread and veggies, which we cooked at our shore-front campfire. We would kayak out to desert islands and while Ken speared fish, I harvested clams. At evening tide, while we cooked, we sipped on local tequila.
Ken was a real man's man who gave more to this world than could ever be expected from one fine, human being.