The amount of food and the voice you could hear from a mile away are what I remember the most about Peter. Less than a year ago I had posted a snowshoe event to the Inkpots. Announcing a quick snack break, most of us opted for a granola bar, but Peter pulled out a thermos with soup, a container full of fresh veggies and fruit, and dropped into the snow. And as always, he offered to share it all (though some of us never figured out how the sharing of the soup with one spoon would work). This was also the day he shared his moving life story with the rest of us while we sat at the Rose & Crown in Canmore (more food). I was amazed at how someone who's been through so much could still live his life to the fullest and be such a bundle of energy.
On another occassion - this time snowshoeing to Fox Lake & the backside of Blueberry Hill - one could hear his excitement echo through the mountains when he realized we were on probably five feet of snow and he was actually taller than the trail sign. This was occasion enough for Peter to pose and be out of his witness protection program:
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The last I talked to Peter, however briefly, was hiking Verdant Pass in Jasper last August. I wasn't with the COC that weekend, but knew Rhonda's group was out there. Lo and behold, I could hear Peter through the bushes before we ran into the group. And then he made a repeat appearance cutting me off on his bike downtown in the fall, most likely racing to his next event.
Rest in peace, Peter.