I knew Steve. I looked him up in JH when I went there to ski Mt. Moran, and stopped to see him on later trips attempting the Grand. He was very cool, and generous and gracious with his excellent advice, and he was/is a source of inspiration for me.
The spring before last I was camped with my friend Russ in the Meadows getting ready to try to ski the Grand. It was 3:30 AM and we were brewing coffee when we saw headlamps approaching from downcanyon. There were two and they were traveling fast
. They swung by our camp, and it was Steve and his partner Chris. They told us they were heading for the same route we were and asked us "Just getting started?"
Russ and I scrambled, but Steve and Chris took off and left us in the dust. Russ and I followed for a while, but we were too far back, too late, and we didn't relish the thought of them skiing down on us in the Ford/Stettner. Later Steve didn't rub it in too much via email, and offered more great advice. A very cool guy.
Here's a picture of the camp a few hours before we encountered Steve:
And here's his account of that day:
Rest in Peace.