Wow! This thread degenerated into a rather tangential subject!!

Just wanted to add another remembrance of Scott Bristow from the old
RBP days. I remember! I still have my old and worn RBP tee shirt with
the emblem of Scott hand paddling his 007 too! And an RBP sticker on
the back of my Grateful Heads helmet too, cause it's oval, and a bit
smaller than the Grateful Heads logo sticker. Every once in a while
someone notices it and asks me about it too, and I let them know that
there *was* an internet presence for boaters before the WWW and
Boatertalk days!

And Scott was among the creme of the crop in those bygone days.

Happy Thanksgiving all! :-)

John Kuthe...

I just googled Scott's name because I wanted to print out a picture of
him today. I am completely touched and amazed to see so many familiar
names - I am sorry for the reason that they are familiar - but so
touched...Mothra..Wilko...I do think of you guys often.

My family is doing okay. Mom and dad are semi-separated (which I think
is a good thing). My husband and I got divorced (which was definately
a good thing), but my son, Trey is doing wonderful. He is 11 years old
- plays basketball and football and baseball. He is in 6th grade and
growing up way too quickly. He was only 3 when Scott died...I still
wish as much as I did the day Scott died that Trey knew him better.

Trey and I watch the compilation video of news stories, memorial
service and song video twice a year...on Scott's birthday and today.

Thank you guys so much for remembering!

On Nov 21, 10:26 pm, "Mothra" wrote:
It was 8 years ago. There were so many messages on rbp back then.
Probably as many in a week as there are in a year now. And the most
prolific poster of all was Scott Bristow. I had never met him in
person, and yet I loved him like a brother. Trusted him so much I left
him the key to my house so he'd have a place to stay when he came to
paddle Great Falls of the Potomac on Thanksgiving Weekend 1998.

He stayed at my house, sure. He and Joe and Julie drove up from
Atlanta. I was having Thanksgiving with family in Virginia Beach. But
I was coming back on Saturday and we were all meeting for dinner that
evening. Not just me and Joe and Julie and Scott - but David and
Sheila and Matt and Rebecca and lots more. It was going to be a
rec.boats.paddle get together. And then I got the call.

It was 4 in the afternoon. I was running a nice hot bath in
anticipation of our night out. I almost didn't answer the phone. But
then, I was leading a club trip the next day and it might be a paddler.
So I got up and answered the phone. I still remember David' voice.

"We lost Scott at Great Falls today."

And with those words an era ended.

I don't think I've ever been so affected by loss - except for my baby
sister and my dad. It's still unfathomable to me how I still grive
for Scott, and now 8 years have passed.

We memorialized his passing for a while by paddling the GW Canal loop
because that's what a bunch of us (including newborn Rowan Chapelle -
just 2 weeks up and bunting'ed up in a pfd) were doing as Scott
perished at Charlie's hole.

I wonder if anyone still paddles that loop in his memory. We'd always
do it the Saturday after Thanksgiving because that's what felt right,
rather than the 28th.

This year, on the 28th, I'll be landing for a business trip in Juneau,
Alaska. I've never been to Alaska and there's 45 inches of snow on the
ground right now and its dark. Never mind. I'll look for Scott in the
night sky - maybe he'll show in the Northern Lights.

I havern't had a cry like this in a good long time.

Also, does anyone keep in contact with Joe Day or know how I can get in
contact with him?

On Nov 28, 10:28 am, "Scott's Sister"
wrote:
I just googled Scott's name because I wanted to print out a picture of
him today. I am completely touched and amazed to see so many familiar
names - I am sorry for the reason that they are familiar - but so
touched...Mothra..Wilko...I do think of you guys often.

My family is doing okay. Mom and dad are semi-separated (which I think
is a good thing). My husband and I got divorced (which was definately
a good thing), but my son, Trey is doing wonderful. He is 11 years old
- plays basketball and football and baseball. He is in 6th grade and
growing up way too quickly. He was only 3 when Scott died...I still
wish as much as I did the day Scott died that Trey knew him better.

Trey and I watch the compilation video of news stories, memorial
service and song video twice a year...on Scott's birthday and today.

Thank you guys so much for remembering!

On Nov 21, 10:26 pm, "Mothra" wrote:



It was 8 years ago. There were so many messages on rbp back then.
Probably as many in a week as there are in a year now. And the most
prolific poster of all was Scott Bristow. I had never met him in
person, and yet I loved him like a brother. Trusted him so much I left
him the key to my house so he'd have a place to stay when he came to
paddle Great Falls of the Potomac on Thanksgiving Weekend 1998.

He stayed at my house, sure. He and Joe and Julie drove up from
Atlanta. I was having Thanksgiving with family in Virginia Beach. But
I was coming back on Saturday and we were all meeting for dinner that
evening. Not just me and Joe and Julie and Scott - but David and
Sheila and Matt and Rebecca and lots more. It was going to be a
rec.boats.paddle get together. And then I got the call.

It was 4 in the afternoon. I was running a nice hot bath in
anticipation of our night out. I almost didn't answer the phone. But
then, I was leading a club trip the next day and it might be a paddler.
So I got up and answered the phone. I still remember David' voice.

"We lost Scott at Great Falls today."

And with those words an era ended.

I don't think I've ever been so affected by loss - except for my baby
sister and my dad. It's still unfathomable to me how I still grive
for Scott, and now 8 years have passed.

We memorialized his passing for a while by paddling the GW Canal loop
because that's what a bunch of us (including newborn Rowan Chapelle -
just 2 weeks up and bunting'ed up in a pfd) were doing as Scott
perished at Charlie's hole.

I wonder if anyone still paddles that loop in his memory. We'd always
do it the Saturday after Thanksgiving because that's what felt right,
rather than the 28th.

This year, on the 28th, I'll be landing for a business trip in Juneau,
Alaska. I've never been to Alaska and there's 45 inches of snow on the
ground right now and its dark. Never mind. I'll look for Scott in the
night sky - maybe he'll show in the Northern Lights.

I havern't had a cry like this in a good long time.- Hide quoted text -- Show quoted text -

Hi Sherri -

Thanks for the personal note and for the one here. You can try


Please give Joe my love if you find him. It would be great for him and
Trey to meet, don't you think?

I didn't see Scott in the Northern Lights - got a real Alaska snowstorm
instead - guess he didn't want me to cry.

Much love,
Kathy

RBP was a collection of like-minded (mostly) contributors BS, with some
personal contact and affection between individuals, but with no real group
spiritual connection. A(S)D on the board was entirely different, with a
strong group spirituality, with friendships and IRL contacts that
encompassed most who posted regularly. As such it was bound to implode, but
not before affecting all who were a part of those days, and contributing to
some lifelong connections.
Thank you, Scott. Your death was not without a profound and positive effect
on all our lives. You're still with us.

Brad Snow
s/v Aldonza


"Mothra" wrote in message
ups.com...
It was 8 years ago. There were so many messages on rbp back then.
Probably as many in a week as there are in a year now. And the most
prolific poster of all was Scott Bristow. I had never met him in
person, and yet I loved him like a brother. Trusted him so much I left
him the key to my house so he'd have a place to stay when he came to
paddle Great Falls of the Potomac on Thanksgiving Weekend 1998.

He stayed at my house, sure. He and Joe and Julie drove up from
Atlanta. I was having Thanksgiving with family in Virginia Beach. But
I was coming back on Saturday and we were all meeting for dinner that
evening. Not just me and Joe and Julie and Scott - but David and
Sheila and Matt and Rebecca and lots more. It was going to be a
rec.boats.paddle get together. And then I got the call.

It was 4 in the afternoon. I was running a nice hot bath in
anticipation of our night out. I almost didn't answer the phone. But
then, I was leading a club trip the next day and it might be a paddler.
So I got up and answered the phone. I still remember David' voice.

"We lost Scott at Great Falls today."

And with those words an era ended.

I don't think I've ever been so affected by loss - except for my baby
sister and my dad. It's still unfathomable to me how I still grive
for Scott, and now 8 years have passed.

We memorialized his passing for a while by paddling the GW Canal loop
because that's what a bunch of us (including newborn Rowan Chapelle -
just 2 weeks up and bunting'ed up in a pfd) were doing as Scott
perished at Charlie's hole.

I wonder if anyone still paddles that loop in his memory. We'd always
do it the Saturday after Thanksgiving because that's what felt right,
rather than the 28th.

This year, on the 28th, I'll be landing for a business trip in Juneau,
Alaska. I've never been to Alaska and there's 45 inches of snow on the
ground right now and its dark. Never mind. I'll look for Scott in the
night sky - maybe he'll show in the Northern Lights.

I havern't had a cry like this in a good long time.

Good to see all of you out there, though it is a sad anniversary. It's
great to know Scott is not forgotten. Wish I had known him IRL.

Robin

Good to see all of you out there, though it is a sad anniversary. It's
great to know Scott is not forgotten. Wish I had known him IRL.

Robin