Brian Green­wood

Gripped - - OBITUARY - The Lord of the Rings. Nancy Green­wood

Brian Green­wood died on April 6, 2018, at the end of a good life. He was born in 1934 in Heb­den Bridge, a steep-hilled woolen mill town in the Pen­nines of West York­shire, U.K.

Brian im­mi­grated to Canada in 1956 and set­tled in Cal­gary be­cause it was close to the Rock­ies. Within a year, he was do­ing se­ri­ous climbs, and over an 18 year ca­reer, his record of f irst as­cents, estab­lish­ment of new routes, first as­cents on hard north faces and win­ter as­cents and tra­verses was re­mark­able. He was in­stru­men­tal i n es­tab­lish­ing the Cal­gary Moun­tain Club, the As­so­ci­a­tion of Cana­dian Moun­tain Guides, and in 1965 he or­ga­nized and in­structed the first guide’s course in Canada.

In his 40s he moved to Golden, B.C., where we met. I was the com­mu­nity li­brar­ian. In 1980, we started our life to­gether, and moved to Dun­can on Van­cou­ver Is­land, where he tran­si­tioned from climb­ing to sail­ing and spent the next 10 years up and down the in­side wa­ters, often sin­gle-hand­ing in his 27- foot sloop. At home, he dug a base­ment un­der our hill­side cot­tage with a shovel and wheel­bar­row. He built dry stone walls, and gran­ite ter­races and rock stair­ways. When his sail­ing days were over, he started cy­cling and con­tin­ued with the sport into his 80s. He loved to gar­den, and he grew the best straw­ber­ries in the whole world. I will miss him for­ever, but in his jour­ney to­ward death, he al­ways said he would die with grat­i­tude for the good life he had had. He felt for­tu­nate for the en­dur­ing friend­ships with fel­low climbers. He will be missed by his daugh­ter Ar­wen, named for the Princess in She was the ap­ple of his eye. He was so proud of his sons, all good men, all loved: Robin, Brandy and Dorn. There was no ser­vice, but please raise a glass in mem­ory of Brian. He went “gen­tle into that good night.”—

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