1934 - April 21, 2015
It is with great sadness and a heavy heart that I learned today of the passing of a true Pennsylvania legend. Bob Webber, the iconic Bard of Pine Creek, departed this life on Tuesday April 21st after a short bout with cancer at the Williamsport Medical Center. A place that must have been the absolute antithesis of his hand built, off-the-grid, mountaintop cabin that he and his late wife Dottie lived in for the past 40 years while overlooking the mountains and valleys of his beloved Pine Creek Valley and Slate Run.
If you've ever hiked, skied or snowshoe'd the network of trails that make up the Black Forest Trail system or the Golden Eagle Trail or the Bob Webber Trail (he built this one when he was 60 years old) then you owe Bob a debt of gratitude for building and maintaining them, often using only primitive tools to get the job done.
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music that he hears, however measured or far away"
-Henry David Thoreau
The wind now blows a little more forlornly through these mountains and the quiet riffles of the local streams are singing a melancholy tune now that Bob is no longer there to watch over and protect them.
Thanks for all the inspiration and exercise, Bob. And for everything you did to protect Pine Creek while sharing the peace and power of it's beautiful soothing mountains.
"Green blood fresh pulsing through the trees,
Blacks buds, that sun and shower distend;
All other things begin anew,
But I must end."
-Anne Reeve Aldrich, April-And Dying