Daniel R. Davis

I'm saddened to hear of Dan's passing. I working with him at Boeing back in the late 70's and early 80's. We were young and into Seattle's great outdoors back then and Dan was the wise "mountain man". I remember him eating his bag lunch at his desk while reading his newspaper each day. He gave us good advise and I believe we even went hiking once or twice. He was a quiet man and respectful of all.

My only distinct memory of Dan on a climbing trip is when Lizard and I and Dan went off to conquer a top-hundred peak named Tower. We hiked in and set up camp right below the gully leading to the summit. The next morning was rather rainy and Dan decided not to go. I can't remember whether we teased him or not, but in any case he made the right decision because no sooner did Lizard and I stick our heads around into the gully than we were met with a hail of pebbles knocked loose by the...

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I knew Dan at Boeing always tried to get him to tell stories, not an easy task! I did take him to Smith Rocks and we did some routes together. Dan brought some new sticky rubber shoes but preferred his old "kletter" shoes!
He will be missed

The first time I met Dan was on a bike ride to the Olympic Music Festival. The very hilly route did not dampen either his speed or his attention to the music.

Whenever I went to a performance at Benaroya, despite how many people were in attendance, I always saw Dan in the lobby at intermission; he would nod his head in my direction. He was a man of few words, but I took the time to get to know him a little and found that he could name every peak in a photo and talk about his...

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Uncle Dan gave the coolest presents, and all he did was clean out his closet.

Uncle Dan's books had the coolest titles, and the contents of the Encylopedia of Graffiti was pretty awesome too.

The last conversation we had may also have been our first. I was telling him how I'd walked from Washington to Oregon (border town to border town virtually), and commemorated my landing in Portland by visiting Powell's books. Ah yes, says Dan, I've biked from Seattle to Portland...