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I am grateful that I had the opportunity to have Dr. Bell for Taxonomy classes, and was sad to hear of his passing, his knowledge of the natural world was amazing, and his sense of humor would catch you off-guard. There was nothing quite like wandering through the woods with him and hoping that you wouldn’t disappoint when he asked for the scientific name and the family of any given species encountered on the walk.
In the words of Edward Abbey:
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you — beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.