Mead Hargis

Mead was an amazing Uncle. I was always struck by his kindness to everyone around him, his deep respect and love for nature and his devotion to famlly and friends. Mead was a great Uncle who I never remember being in a bad mood. He would always cheer me up and be so nice whenever we saw one another. I am still amazed at the way he could keep up on the ski slope despite being on Telemarkers. I have great memories of seeing him at family gatherings and whenever we were in Utah. I will...

Mead was my cousin, and I have lots of great childhood memories of stealing grandmother's cinnamon rolls at Thanksgiving time and playing hide and seek outdoors.

In a way that would surprise Mead, I am sure, he will continue to live on with every freshman college composition course I teach. Mead was an excellent writer, and I always looked forward to every Christmas letter because it would be filled with interesting stories, personality and "voice." Some of my students who are...

I was so saddened to hear of Mead's passing. I am heartened with the knowledge that he has moved on and doesn't have to deal any longer with the affliction he endured his last couple of years. Mead was a kind soul indeed. He always brought an interesting twist to any conversation, and was a pleasure to work with. I have fond memories of Mead. I know he left a land ethic legacy in all he did. His trail projects will be a lasting reminder of his expertiste and love of the land.

Mead was an interesting individual. I know and worked with Mead for years as one of his many peers on the Wasatch-Cache Natl Forest recreation group. In the meetings, Mead always added a point-of-view different than most. One based on a true love of nature/wilderness/adventure provided in our Utah mountains. Good Luck Mead on your new adventure. I know the trail your hiking leads to great places.

I was so lucky to have Mead as my uncle. His warm smile and gentle voice made everyone he met feel at ease. While I was in awe of his love of nature and amazing athletic ability(watching him telemarking down a ski hill is a sight that I'll never forget!), it is just the times when he would read us stories or ask us about our lives with genuine love that I will hold the most dear.

Mead was my loving brother. He was one of the most kind and giving people I have ever know. We have many memories growing up together with our sister Helen to hold close to our hearts. In the past 5 years my family and I had the opportunity to spend precious time with him and Utah and in Washington State. This terrible disease robbed him of his freedom to enjoy life to the fullest as he always did. He is now free. In conversation with him before he left us he was very sad about missing...

Mead was my big brother. As all big brothers he was not beyond tormenting his younger sister. After all I was a girl. Who better to tease? We all know what a great sense of humor and joy in life he had even if it was occasionally at my expense. The truth is I was in awe of him and his courage to beat to his own drum. I lived vicariously through his climbing as I am afraid of heights. How in the world could we be related? But I am so glad we were. I learned so much from his path through life....

Mead was a kindred spirit who loved wilderness and lived what he preached. I have fond memories of doing wilderness surveys with him in the High Uintas Wilderness. Mead was the fellow who took a chance and hired my son Andrew as a summer wilderness ranger. That was a turning point in Andrew's life and it inspired him to return to school and major in botany. I'm sure that is one of many examples of Mead's generosity and character. My deepest sympathies go to Connie and his children who I...

Mead was an example of how to show the spirit of life and to live your adventures in purposeful way. One thing I always recognized was how much he enjoyed the things he did: his family, nature, jokes and even work. Trying to capture true joy in little things in life will be our way of trying to honor his memory.