I met Geoff at a ABAM contract interview when we rode together from Olympia to Federal Way. We talked throughout the car ride and never stopped talking until the day he died. He was thoughtful and kind, sentimental and romantic, funny and smart, endlessly curious and optimistic. And persistent? I have so many stories of traveling together and my insistence that we must visit an obscure, barely mapped archaeological site. Our route was usually full of wrong turns, colorful side trips, hilarious misunderstood directions, and a destination not nearly as interesting as the trip there. Such was our life together, a circuitous adventure in which I would be anxious about what was around the next bend, and Geoff assuring me that whatever was coming would be more awesome than we could imagine. Life without Geoff is unimaginable, but I am so proud of him, not only his tangible accomplishments, but the ripple effect of the legacy of the lives he touched.