- Milk Stanchion in barn (an engineering feat of cement, way beyond amazing),
- big building in field (steel building),
- straw bale house (another stunning accomplishment, done without having ever encountered strawbale building at all),
- pipe crossing above barn (a cal-trans monument),
- innumerable hiking trails throughout the farm (he was able to bring so much of the farm into the realm of walkability… even Huchnom Rocks, above the lake),
- incredible photos,
- the “new” garage connected to the “old” garage,
- redwood siding on the farm house long after it should have gone on,
- the deck above the deck on the house, with stairs leading to the kitchen laundry area
- the punched-out portion of River Room,
- an addition to the living room in the farm house,
- the foyer of the farmhouse, along with the “porte-cochère”
- raising the roof on the farmhouse kitchen and putting skylights in
- manzanita railings up to the Bunk House
- Camp Stage
- Yoga Palace
- Laundry Room Floor and Deck
- Zarya’s Landing…. rocks and such at the bottom of the stairs
- Some of the Otter’s Cove Extension
- Top part of the paint shed
- Photos for Facebook and the website
- The Play House
- Good Humor
- Hearty Laugh
- Unsolicited Advice!
I will remember him for all these things, and more…..
Eating beets and lentils instead of waffles or brownies. Making sauerkraut. Telling tales. Being a gracious host. Painting signs. Putting up “burma shave” signs for the Fall Festival. Feeding Ruby in the evening when it was nearly dark. Planning events and executing them (think Burning of Arms…. Riding Arena… the dinner at the Freys… Mom and Dad’s Memorial… ), “Road Kill” Cafe, The Reverends…. and the connections with the ascended masters, Spirit Wrestler Extraordinaire!
I know he was wanting to die for quite awhile…. I guess it’s good he finally was able to do so. But gosh darn it…. I miss him a lot! We sure didn’t agree on everything, but we could disagree and still communicate. I’m grateful for that.
A few photos from Cousin Marc from Max’s Memorial, held November 24, the Saturday after Thanksgiving. An absolutely beautiful day…. We chose the grove above the barn, because it’s an area through which Max built one of his many trails. Friends and family from Emandal, siblings from Arizona and Redwood Valley, cousins from Chicago, Saskatchewan and Santa Cruz, school mates from Ukiah, circa late ’40s to mid-’60s….. a celebration befitting the seeker and his ebullient laugh, his expeditious attitude towards work and his over-arching belief that “all you need, is love.”