I remember riding with Keith at Jordan Creek one time. We were going to go down into a steep ravine to look for sections after the big storm that washed everything out in the late 90's. I went first, my front wheel stuck in a couple of feet of soft loam, I went over the bars and my bike pile drove me into the ground. Before everything stopped moving, Keith had grabbed my bike with one hand and pulled me out of the ground with the other hand. He asked me if I was alright and I replied "I am now!"

I hope my big buddy is alright now, too.....

Love and peace, Keith.

Rod Jackson