Just got out of the Kiwi hills yesterday night and heard from someone there was an accident at Pierces. Overcome with sadness to find out it was Nick.
Carol, Jess and I climbed with him at Porters only a week before Christmas and he was his usual ebullient, enthusiastic, nice all round guy- tucking into a bacon and egg roll to start the day, throwing away his classic line"you'll cruise this", he was getting climbing fit again and looking forward to getting out in the New Year.
Memories flood back of trips to Buladelah, Port Stephens, Kaputar and the Bungles. I might have ribbed him for carrying a pillow up to high camp in the Bungles, but he didnt hesistate to lend me his down jacket after finding out I had spent the previous night shivering away. We waltzed up Cornerstone rib together. (Theres a photo on flickr of him looking pretty rapt with the day).
He was mature and thoughtful and kind. He was a safe and considerate climber and an allround great person.
My deepest sympathy to Nicks family, who he clearly loved and respected and talked about a lot, his close friends and Kate.
At the moment I cant really find the words to express how much poorer the world is for Nicks passing, but how glad that I am that I knew him.
Vanessa
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