I remember a wiry man, usually unclothed (mostly in speedo's), usually washing, unpacking, preparing boating/fishing equipment. Always getting ready for the next trip on the water. There was always some camping/boating adventure in the works for the family. Those slide nights, those wooden "thinker" statues, and the badly hid spear guns..that we all gazed at (at our PERIL if we got caught) respectfully. This was all many many years ago, but I imagine Peter would have continued on his personal quest and led a life immersed in nature, and making every minute count. Rest in Peace.

Dad taught us how to laugh, and then sent us to the bathroom!

the love that drowns all sorrow is eternal, grows in the earth warmed by sun wings on the breeze sails on the ocean ever expanding is eternal, never ceasing always present clumsily caught and tossed back is eternal, and drowns all sorrow - Love Cat