Stacie's favorite color was purple. She loved her family and she loved backpacking. She will be greatly missed.
We traveled 176 miles together carrying our backpacks on rock and dirt trails, over boulders and over mountains. We jumped into every lake we visited, which became our tradition, no matter how ice cold the water was. We gathered wood and built fires. We played rummy time and time again, whether on a rock, a table or inside a small tent. We had happy hour on every trip. We read maps and planned routes. We laughed. Our singalong song was "When I taste tequila." We looked up the lyrics, memorized the words and sang it over and over again. I recently sang it for her one last time and we both laughed - she then attempted to sing along with me.
Stacie was a gift. A gift to her family and a gift to me. She has made a difference in our lives. Rest in peace my beautiful friend.
We traveled 176 miles together carrying our backpacks on rock and dirt trails, over boulders and over mountains. We jumped into every lake we visited, which became our tradition, no matter how ice cold the water was. We gathered wood and built fires. We played rummy time and time again, whether on a rock, a table or inside a small tent. We had happy hour on every trip. We read maps and planned routes. We laughed. Our singalong song was "When I taste tequila." We looked up the lyrics, memorized the words and sang it over and over again. I recently sang it for her one last time and we both laughed - she then attempted to sing along with me.
Stacie was a gift. A gift to her family and a gift to me. She has made a difference in our lives. Rest in peace my beautiful friend.