It says something about Ralph Saunders’ attention to detail that he carried a battery-operated razor to shave in the morning when he invited me on a 2006 backpacking trip into the Beartooth Mountains.
It was my first outing with the spry guy, who seemed amazingly energetic for his age. (He was 63. I’m now 63, which doesn’t seem as old as when I was 45.) As he easily scaled the steep hillside from nearby Deep Lake after a day of fishing, it made me think he must be part mountain goat.
Ralph Saunders thanks the crowd gathered for his award ceremony.
Now Saunders is a GOAT, or one of the Greatest Of All Time.
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