Posted by: Kimberly Dredger | December 6, 2010


Today I will attend the funeral of a man who was a giant in the eyes of many people who love the outdoors.  This man, Bud Moore, lived life in a way that showed he valued the environment and the critters and people that live therein.  One could count one’s self lucky to have heard Bud’s stories, to have seen his smile, to have felt his handshake.  Bud was a mountain man of the old school, an environmentalist devoted to preserving, a man who never forgot a friend and never knew an enemy.  Bud was a life-long role model for my brothers, and I feel lucky to have been included in the circle of Bud’s influence.  I have no doubt that today the man named Bud Moore passes into legend.

In the forest near here is a tree so massive and so old that it is known as “The Grandfather Tree.”  This ponderosa was alive before Columbus arrived on this continent which was already home to many people, home to some grand civilizations.  This tree lived through fires and became stronger because of them.  This tree bent with windstorms while more rigid trees crashed to the earth.  This tree existed through drought, through temperatures of near 100 degrees below zero and well over 100 degrees above.  This tree has been struck by lightning, scourged by beetles and has suffered the indignity of being used as a fence post by humans too ignorant to know better.  This Grandfather tree has felt the hugs of many school children as they stuff noses into the deep crevices of bark to snuff the marvelous fragrance akin to butterscotch.  Children and adults alike have stood at the base of this massive tree and gazed upward through branches as big as telephone poles, gazing up through the needles far, far above to the blue sky beyond.  This Grandfather tree won’t live forever, no matter how much we want it to.  

Giants die.  We can only be glad to have known them and feel grateful to be a part of the forest which the giant seeded.  We learn to take the heat of fires, to bend with the wind and to withstand the extremes.  We take in water and are grateful for our roots.  We breathe the pure air and are grateful for our protective bark.  We reach towards the blue beyond and are grateful for the giants from whom we received our heritage.

Go forward, my friends.  Go forward.



  1. How sweet, Kimberly! I’m sure you don’t mind if I make sure Bill sees this tribute.

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