I'm at a loss here. I heard from Aaron this morning, I thought he was going to be released in a day or two. This completely blindsided me.
All night, all I can manage to do is think of good times I've had with Aaron. I suppose that's all that I should do - that seems like what he would want.
Ever since I finished college, I'd throw a New Year's bash every year. Well, after the first Winterfest and meeting some

folk, Aaron came up for it too. He didn't get swerved on the Boosh Light, but he thought we were fun enough that he'd drive up and hang out for a weekend. That tradition continued for years. In the last few we started going wheeling on New Year's day.
On an early adventure, we went to Hannibal Rocks and Aaron rode along. I remember crossing the Mississippi and him commenting that it was the first time he had ever crossed it. Later I remember him saying he wanted to go wheel in Moab - and then, he made it happen. I always had immense respect for that, I could find 100 reasons not to do X, Y, or Z, and he just went and did it.
To those that were at Moab with Aaron and helped him out - thank you. Sometimes his determination was stronger than his body and we needed to fill in the gaps. Speaking of gaps - who remembers the toothless grille?
I never would have guessed the impact that 4 wheeling would have on my life. We've all made some unforgettable friends from this place - Aaron is one of mine.