At 3:00 PM my husband who was the safest climber I knew fell 30 ft to his death. A rock became dislodged and fell on him causing him to fall. A rock weighing over a ton, fell and took my life with it. It took the one thing that kept me grounded. The one person who understood and accepted me for who I was. In an instant the nature that my husband loved, took him away from us.
There was nothing that Adam or the other men could have done to prevent this tragedy from happening, aside from not going that day. Yet, this offers me no real comfort. I find comfort knowing he was not aware of what was happening, that the rock killed or knocked him out before he fell.
