I first met D’Arcy almost 30 years ago, I believe through Hanwell at the entrance to ”cut your bars”. it was a cold rainy spring day in whistler and my first impressions were he was a pale very white English sort of chap with a quick wit and killer sense of homour. When I found out he was from the island we connect on a different level both being BC boys. we went on to share many adventures summer and winter. He was part of a crazy few days at spruce lake for my birthday, a trip that has become folk lore for many that attended. We bagged fissile peak a long time ago, him on teles. With a hair ball accent up the back side over rock. many of you on here were there for both of these trips. He the sort of fellow that is salt of the earth, caring compassionate and has a heart of gold. And how about that death metal he has always loved!!! when Jannette got him listening to Weaser I knew it was love. it was so awesome to see you in February , and have some laughs about old times. Your the only male I have ever cuddled with!!!!! Top of rainbow with me in spandex ( cause they were cool then) and a cut off t-shirt in the snow.......,.

peace brother!!! Peace