Dear Kleckner Family,
I was deeply saddened to hear of your loss, and apologize I cannot be there in person on Tuesday. I am far afield in Alaska as a part of work restoring Arctic ice.
I was only a year older than Scott so I knew him fairly well from our time in troop 57. I believe I was within one or two SPLs from him and of course remember our time at Philmont. When I think of him on that trip there is one image that comes to mind, clear as day: him atop Mount Baldy doing a Usain Bolt pose. There’s a lot in this mental picture that says something about Scott, and despite the pose’s resemblance to the modern dance move “the dab” it isn’t just dance and social phenomenon visionary. It reminds me of his passion, competence and most of all sense humor—which helped us all get through the trip—and it reminds me of the gratitude I have for him as the leader for providing levity and help when and where it was needed. Although I can’t find a picture of it you can find David Lim’s best deadpan impression of it among many other great photos here:
Of course this memory was from Philmont, but the fact is it could have been anywhere: Oljato, Yosemite, Pinnacles... I will always remember Scott as I see him in that image: pack on, at the top, and up for more adventure.
He will be missed and I hope there are many fine trails where he’s gone.
My sincere condolences,