Kenneth Johnson:  

"Great Basin Story" Ah, the echoes of the desert lure me the last open space, true "West" where spirits of the many old peoples wonder, sing their songs with the winds I hear them When I'm there whispers of truths through sage and pinion Hallow .... songs Songs of sorrow and even the children of the "New World" fathers, Singing "you many never see the beauty of our world May Never want to enter our new Home" Ah, the last frontier May we never exploit it by Ken Paul Johnson February 7, 1978 This site is a tribute to my fallen best friend, who passed April 26, 1980 (age 24), during a boating accident off Santa Cruz (four of six men drowned that night). He and I hiked with the Sierra Club and Forestry Explorer Post, and our own solo wilderness adventures, and were responsible for some of the late night scare attributed to bears. We hiked some of the most primitive wilderness areas in the Western US. We rode our bikes to hell and back. Ken ("KP" as those of us who knew him from his teen years) grew up in Westchester with his family of 8 brothers and one sister, two wonderful parents, and grandmother. He and I met at Orville Wright (9th grade), while smoking out on the grass. His Dad was a well known professor at USC, School of Film....Expand for more