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Blair Packard
Cindy and I were saddened by the news of Craig’s passing. Blessings and peace to his family. We shared many fun memories with Craig back in the day, and a couple of stories especially come to mind.
Craig and Rick Patton spent a couple of summers working in Yellowstone as fry cooks — Craig at Old Faithful Lodge and Rick at Lake Lodge. Early that summer after our SHS graduation, Paul Wheeler, Danny Dewsnip, and I drove up to Yellowstone for a few days of fun with our buddies. We spent our time swimming and cliff diving along the Firehole River, enjoying a late-night picnic at the hot pots, and attending an employee dance at Lake Lodge. Before we headed home, Craig insisted that I look up Cindy and tell her hello from her friend in Yellowstone. I did — a couple of weeks later.
Coming from Park-Ro-She wearing nothing but my swimsuit, white Pumas, and a lifeguard’s suntan, with windblown long hair, I rode onto Cindy’s front lawn on my Honda Scrambler, knocked on the door, and was greeted by Cindy’s mother, Annie, and her aunt Lucille. This half-dressed boy asked for Cindy, only to be informed that she was traveling in Europe on a group tour. I asked them to pass along Craig’s greeting, jumped back on my bike, and roared off across the lawn. It took me years to live down that first impression.
At the end of summer, Cindy, Steve Nance, and I went together to the Springville–Orem football game in Orem, where the Red Devils surprised the Tigers and thoroughly destroyed them. There were high fives, hugs, and lots of celebration afterward. At some point during the afternoon, I mentioned to Cindy that I was leaving that very night to drive to Yellowstone to see Craig one more time before the summer ended.
Now, this has been a matter of dispute for 57 years, but one of us invited the other along on the trip, and our first “date” became a quick motorcycle trip up and back to Yellowstone, with a day spent visiting Craig. I think guardian angels were on double duty that trip. As they say, the rest is history.
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