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Thank you to all of those who could make the service. The fire trucks and the climbers who attended was overwhelming. It was such an honor and a tribute for everyone to be there. His grandson in the fire truck carrying his ashes is something that I'll never forget. He was so brave. His granddaughter telling me that "she didn't so much like rock climbing, but she loved it when grandpa made her swing on the ropes." I only wished that his other two granddaughers could have been there to wrap my arms around and hear them tell me about Papa and his yoga. Captain Jim will be a memory to live on for a long time. I loved hearing all of his stories about his adventures during the 30+ years that I've known him. My husband was taken aback when he saw a very young picture of himself and his friend, Mike, whom he lost to cancer a few years back, and Jim standing atop Smith Rock when they were so young. I think my husband was 16. I was absolutely in awe when the firemen stood up and then the climbers stood up. God bless you all. Thank you for sharing your lives with us to honor such a great man. Thank you to those who had the courage to speak as I couldn't utter a word. Live your life to the fullest. Treat each day as the best day. Be safe. Climb high. Conquer much. Accept the challenge. Love you all, Audrey Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, that's why they call it a present. - Unknown Author Remember that great love and great achievments involve great risk. - Unknown Author

Jim Anglin touched many lives. He lived the life he wanted. Bless him for that. He climbed many mountaintops. Rescued people out of horrible situations. Skiing, kyaking, windsurfing, biking, running. Spent time with his children and grandchildren. He's been a part of our lives for so many years and, over those years, I've seen him mentor so many. He was so patient and kind. The twinkle in his eyes were so unique - they laughed. I remember my first climbing experience when I was a mere 15 years old at the Columns in Eugene. It was the only time I climbed anything, but the experience with me was phenominal. My mother always wondered where the footsteps that went up the walls in the hallway were from. He will be sorely missed and our family is grieving our great loss. His footprints will be large in the Northwest - it's true. The footprints he left in all of our hearts will be large as well. Stay high on that mountain. Climb on Jim. Climb on. Love always, Audrey