Chilean Horses,

John Austin contacted me several years ago when he ran into my web site and various articles I had written about the Chilean Horse. He and Jacqui had been in southern Chile during very rainy conditions and Jacqui felt so secure riding a Chilean Horse that John later wanted to inquire about buying one to ship up to his ranch. John would obviously do anything for the love of his life and being that Jacqui had a insecure feeling riding horses at the time, he thought nothing of bringing one from the other side of the world to help her conquer that fear.

After several email exchanges, it became obvious that John wanted me to act as his agent in finding this special saddle horse in Chile. Since the transaction required a good deal of trust, he decided to come meet me and determine if we had the right chemistry between us. Incredibly, John flew out of San Francisco, to L.A., L,A to Houston, Houston to Santiago and Santiago to Iquique (Chile) only taking the necessary time to make his connections. Twenty some hours later he stayed in our house where we conversed late into the night. He got up early the next day and took a dip in our pool and then off we went to get to know the city of Iquique, the geoglyphs of Pintado, the Oasis of Pica, my Chilean Horses in the oasis of Esmeralda, a quick lunch and then back to the Iquique airport to make the same trip back to San Francisco.

Needless to say, I was impressed. He definitely knew what he wanted, there was no doubt he was an intense person, he obviously was a good and quick judge of character and when he had a passion he pursued it enthusiastically. By the time all was said and done, he not only purchased the saddle horse for Jacqui, but also young mare in training for the Chilean Rodeo, four broodmares in foal to excellent stallions and a gorgeous young stallion for the breeding operation in Utah. Only one other person had gotten involved with breeding Chilean Horses in the USA before and that was back in the 80's. Nevertheless, the more we talked about the breed the more convinced he was that the Chilean Horses were going to be right at home in the Rockies. I think time has proven him right, as they have been a great source of enjoyment for John, Jacqui and many of their guests.

As a horseman and Professional Animal Scientist, it excited me to be able to be involved in this transaction of sending Chilean Horses to North America. However, as it turned out, the horses were simply the vehicle to a much better thing. I went back to see the horses in Boulder several times where I had the pleasure of getting to know Jacqui and build closer ties with John. Another year I was also able to visit John and Jacqui in their home in the Bay area. John and Jacqui invited my daughter Rochelle to their home and later to the BCC Ranch in Utah. On another occasion when my children (I have a son Rory also) and I were traveling throughout the west, we dropped in for yet another dose of Austin-Smalley hospitality in Boulder.

Many times I said to myself how happy I was that my children were able to have that experience of getting to know such special people and now more than ever, I know that the memory of John is etched in each one of us for life. What seemed like a interesting horse transaction, in fact developed into a wonderful friendship with one of the nicest couples I have ever run across. This gift in my life has no comparison with the satisfaction that came about through the common love for horses that made our paths cross.

John, just know that Rochelle, Rory and myself will always carry your memory close to our hearts. Jacqui, know that you have friends willing to help in any way, wherever we may be.

Randall Ray Arms

Note: The above picture is of 19 year old Talento (still competing). This Chilean Horse stallion has three times won the Championship of Chilean Rodeo. Only two other horses in history have done this.

Escalante River

It's been a hellish, surreal week. Boulder may be quiet, but not this kind of quiet. I can't imagine how life has been for all of you. And I can't possibly add to the beautiful and moving words and tributes of all the friends and family. What a rich, full, bountiful life of experiencing and giving and sharing that John led; to have so many deeply loving, deeply hurting people so affected by his departure.

I made a little animita down at the site this morning: A ironstone piece from Mike and Gary's place as a base; flowers: globemallow, foxglove, indigo-colored penstemmon, scarlet corn poppy, and, of course, some of your yellow roses, Jacqui, all watered from the Escalante River; a horseshoe from the ranch (thanks, Abbe); and the tribute I wrote to John cut from yesterday's Insider. The raw pain of being in that spot, and unwelcome feelings of defiance and anger at the harshness and finality of the event were strangely softened on the trip home. Two soft, luminescent blobs of light evanesced over Thompson Ledge; they looked like sundogs, but weren't encircling the sun. Other people saw it too; some tourists had stopped on the road and were taking photos. The blobs coalesced into an iridescent, wavy band, then slowly dissipated. Along with my negative feelings. Only a sense of calm and peace remained. It was one of those magical and mysterious Boulder moments that I know John and Jacqui have experienced and loved.

If only I could transport a bit of that momentary sense of peace to you all. John would have loved it.

John, Bryce, Marcia, & Eva

Photos of John

In trying to come to grips with the loss of John I've been going through old photos. They remind me of some of the many reasons that I liked and admired him so much. He had a warmth and openness toward others, always including them in his enjoyment of life. This is at his 60th birthday celebration in the barn in Boulder.







Food was always good and plentiful. Here are Ed and John slicing pork or goat, I can't remember for sure.




He and Jacqui were very generous in inviting others to share vacations with them. This photo is at Villa Los Frailes in Baha in 2003 sharing wine and stories with Ed, Belle, Jacqui, Cheryl, Kirsten and me.

Jacqui and John are decked out to go for drinks at the Hotel Bahia Los Frailes (2005).

John was a hands-on guy. It seems like he could do anything. Here he is working on the irrigation in their alfalfa field (Boulder, 2005).

He really enjoyed the outboard motor boat in Baja as well as the ATV to tow it around. He loved to fish and to take others fishing with him. This photo is from Feb 2003. John has just navigated through the rocks by an excellent snorkeling beach.

The next two photos are in 2006.
John is pulling with the ATV while Mike and I push. John had a way with equipment and an enjoyment of it.












Cheryl and John are headed out for early morning fishing.

Here are some shots that show John at play.

Naomi and David are enjoying the sunrise while John appears to be trying to get Cochamo interested in the stick while Mouffetard looks on expectantly (Baja 2005).

John tries windsurfing and does remarkably well at it (Baja 2006).








John boogie-boarding: he always caught the biggest waves (Baja 2005).









Here's one of John studying "Baja Catch" with Mouffetard sitting by (Baja 2006).

Here is a photo of John walking down the beach at sunrise (Baja, 2005).

I still can't believe that John is not coming back. He has touched so many of us with his warmth and kindness. We each keep a piece of him in our hearts.

Tom

My little brother John

Friends and Family,

John was my little brother, eleven months younger. My mother told me we used to play together as toddlers under the kitchen table. We would drive our trucks under her feet. I was Sam, John was Mac.

As we grew older and sibling rivalry became a cruel reality I would taunt my little brother; he was a pest wanting to join our “girls only” club. We would put him through elaborate, mortifying initiation procedures only to deny him entrance into our club, his gender perpetually excluding him from membership.

After he was given a BB gun for his 8^th birthday he used to shoot birds in our backyard. We had screaming, kicking, scratching and rolling on the ground fights when his endeavors ended in bird fatalities. John was a hunter from an early age.

As teenagers our battles became less physical and more psychological. I didn’t stand a chance. That acerbic wit for which he would become famous was honed in high school. He also became famous for pulling a prank on the principal, which involved borrowed blood from a laboratory and a faked injury arising from the principal swatting his butt with a paddle. He was a high school legend at 15.

As adults my “little” brother became my “big” brother. My advisor, my protector, the one the family called in an emergency. If there was one person I could depend on it was my brother. If there was one certainty in my life it was my brother. After my son Bryce and his wife Marcia moved to Oakland my brother and Jacqui welcomed them into their home and included them in their close circle of friends. My brother and Jacqui enriched their lives in so many ways. John encouraged Bryce to obtain his pilot’s license and included him on his annual abalone diving trips to Mendocino. When John purchased the Storch he offered Bryce and his friend Brett, an experienced aerobatic pilot, the adventure of flying this WWII replica from the Midwest to Utah. It was an offer they couldn’t refuse and an exploit they will always remember. Bryce and Marcia flew to Boulder often to spend time at the cabin with Jacqui and John. It was the first place they took their new baby Eva to visit when she was only a few months old. It was also the first place I took my son to visit when he was only a few months old.

John was a very busy man - he created and ran his own multi-faceted empire. He wanted to share the many blessings in his life with all of us and enrich all of our lives as well. We are all living testimony to how well he succeeded in that endeavor. I thought we would have more time together after he retired and moved to the ranch. We all did. Now we are left with memories. Thank you for sharing yours.

Nancy Breslin

For John:

John will always hold a very special place in my heart. When my grandfather's health was failing several years ago, it became apparent that keeping the ranch in the family was not a possibility. Several enticing offers from developers threatened to see one of the most beautiful places on the planet destroyed. John will always be a hero in my eyes for preventing that from ever happening, and working with my dad to ensure that our family will always have our own little slice of heaven.

In the week that has past since this tragedy I have read multiple articles about John and Susan. I am impressed with the lives and accomplishments of these two individuals. May their well-lived lives continue to be an inspiration to others, and may the loved ones left behind find comfort and peace in knowing that they passed doing something they loved. I can't think of a more beautiful place to make the transition.

Stephanie Flake

A message for John:

Missing you –

John, you were such an amazing human being – truly, your presence was a gift to so many people. You lived life so fully and with such an adventurous and inquisitive spirit I remain so inspired by you. You believed in the fundamental talents of people and expected them to achieve great things. You encouraged people to try harder, think differently and set a real example of embracing life and striving toward a greater level. And, you always had ready an encouraging word or a funny story which seemed to just place things in their proper perspective. You were young at heart and I will always remember you this way, along with your quiet intensity and genuine care for other people. I miss you, John and I am privileged to have known you. Peace to you and your family.

Heidi C. Sullivan

Mis palabras para John:

Cuando en abril del 2003 John y Jacqui salieron a recibirme a mi llegada por primera vez a Oakland, jamás imaginé lo mucho que estos personajes cambiarían mi vida. A John y a Jacqui les debo gran parte de mi felicidad y éxito en los Estados Unidos. Gracias a ellos tuve la oportunidad de explorar el Área de la Bahía antes de convencer a mi marido a que nos mudáramos para allá. Más tarde, fueron ellos quienes nos ofrecieron un lugar perfectamente económico dentro de Rockridge, muy cerca de su casa. Como si eso fuera poco, nos dieron una llave de su hogar y nos pidieron que nunca avisáramos antes de ir, pues ‘somos familia’. John ofició nuestra ceremonia de matrimonio en Chile en 2004. Después de la ceremonia todos nos fuimos a la piscina y John desafió a quienes quisieran probar que podían cruzar la piscina de lado a lado sin respirar. De cinco hombres que aceptaron el desafío – Bryce incluido – John fue el único que lo logró, ¡y reiteradas veces!

John fue para mí un gran amigo, un ejemplo y el mejor tío que pude haber tenido. Para él la familia era fundamental y junto a Jacqui se encargó de demostrarme cuán libre se puede ser entregando y amando. Sus enseñanzas exceden mis palabras y su legado es mucho más de lo que yo podría saber. John, siempre incondicional, me apoyó en los momentos más importantes: durante mi embarazo y en la maternidad. Nos hicimos cómplices al tomar café amargo en la noche, comer chocolate y tomar helado, y en la típica avena matinal. Me siento muy honrada de haber tenido parte de su tiempo y, sobre todo, de haber sido testigo de su inolvidable sonrisa. Lamentaré siempre que mi hija no tuviese más tiempo con él. Sin embargo, abrazaré con fuerza la imagen de sus manos gigantes, llenas de siembra, cargando a Eva.

John yace ahora en cada uno de nosotros de manera diferente. Así era él, siempre versátil...y absolutamente enamorado de su mujer. Su dulzura se mantendrá fresca en mi sentir y haré todo lo posible por representarlo lo más fehacientemente posible a mi hija. Mi amor por John perdurará en el tiempo y se irá fortaleciendo a través de las muchas historias que compartiré con Eva.

Gracias, John, de todo corazón.

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And for those of you who didn't catch the love and tenderness of the above in Spanish, Marcia has kindly translated it for us below, though it can't quite capture the passion of the original:
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When John and Jacqui welcomed my arrival to Oakland for the first time in April, 2003, I never thought how much they would change my life. I owe to John and Jacqui a big part of my happiness and success in the U.S. Thanks to them, I had the opportunity to explore the Bay Area, before convincing my husband to move there. Later, they offered us a perfectly affordable place in Rockridge, very close to their own house. As if this wasn’t enough, they gave us a key to their home and asked us never to call before showing up at their place, ‘we are family,’ they said.
John officiated our marriage ceremony in Chile in 2004. After the ceremony, we all went swimming at the pool. John challenged anyone who was willing to cross the swimming pool from side to side holding his breath. Of five people who accepted the challenge, (including Bryce and a young friend of his) he was the only one capable of doing it.
For John family was fundamental. He and Jacqui have set an example for me of what true love means. John was for me a great friend and the best uncle I could ever have. His teachings exceed my words and his legacy is much more than I’ll ever know. John, always unconditional, gave me his support in the most important moments: during my pregnancy and maternity. We became accomplices drinking black coffee at night, eating chocolate and ice cream, and in our typical morning oatmeal. I feel honored for having had part of his time for me and, most importantly, for being witness to his unforgettable smile. I will always lament that my daughter did not have the chance to know him better. Yet, I will hold with strength the image of his huge hands, full of dirt from the garden, holding Eva. His kindness will stay fresh within me and I will do everything possible to truthfully convey his image to my daughter. My love for John will last throughout my time and it will become stronger through the many stories that I will share with Eva.

Thank you, John.

Marcia Cantillana

Friend; Brother; Mentor; Father to All:

As the news of your demise arrived, no one could believe it.

Certainly no one wanted to because you were such a friend, mentor and supporter to all.

We who knew you well were fully aware of how thoughtful, careful and cautious you are – so the notion of a flying accident was beyond possible.

As we commiserated and lamented, the consistent themes were how you reached into each of us and touched us, stimulated us, challenged us, and always made us feel good about what we had done and still needed to do. You always took the time to make kind and thoughtful observations. You were always so deep in your considerations that everyone felt that exceptional level of notice and caring that was rarely provided anywhere else. Many at Arcadian and its broader family considered you a father in your gentle, persistent, and uncompromising guidance. You always made time to comment, compliment and remember something about everyone you encountered.

Having met thousands of leaders in my career, no one stands above you in the blend of extreme intelligence, visionary insight, kind consideration, breadth of knowledge and interests, balance of ethical and moral values, passion for life and love of people. To say you will be missed is an understatement. We now despair of not having you with us in our journey. There was a confidence and comfort from knowing that you were always there to run some ideas or developments off of for rational perspective and grounded understanding of multiple implications - or just calm us down, focus us on the positive and figure out how to work together. Not having that security blanket is scary and sad. Still, you have prepared us for the future without you. We did not want it this way. Yet we know you must have been called on by our Maker to do the same thing you did with us – but now with some other lucky group. Wherever your spirit is planted, you will help people thrive, be challenged, prosper and gel.

You have provided us with many gifts: a strength, a sense of camaraderie, a common purpose, a burning desire to be excellent and to improve ourselves, enhance the world and help others, facing down adversity and inertia, We are better for it. I have always considered myself honored and privileged to work with you. It is sad to know that we will not be speaking – but it is encouraging to know that there is a deep well of experiences and a perpetual spirit to draw on as we proceed and carry on – doing what you would want us to do.

We do love you and will be calling out to you frequently. We will be glad to take care of your other friends and lovely wife Jacqui – any way possible.

Good bye for now, my friend, colleague and teacher.

From your admirer,

Les Granow

A deeply felt loss for Boulder, Utah

Even though we have been acquainted for a few years, my wife and I were just in the process of getting to know John and Jacqui much better over this past couple of years in Boulder, Utah.  They were in Boulder more often developing the ranch and building their new home.  Last years primary season gave us a lot to talk about.  They were keen supporters of our 3 year old Boulder Community Alliance and Jacqui had just joined the Board in anticipation of moving to Boulder and assuming a strong role in our conservation and community stewardship programs.  Two of our key leaders in BCA, Tim Clarke and Peg Smith, were very good friends of John and Jacqui's.  Peg wrote a piece for our county weekly newspaper that sums up better than I ever could just what an accomplished and generous man John Austin was and how deeply his loss will be felt here in our small Boulder community and far beyond. 

Garfield County (Utah) Insider by Peg Smith

Some pass through the veil with a small sigh and a slight shuffling of the cosmic furniture. The sudden passing of John Austin, of Boulder, UT, and Susan Jordan, of Ukiah, CA, was a thunderclap, followed by the long, low rumbling of the cosmos pouring into a major void.

John H. Austin, M.D., ranch owner, pilot, prodigious businessman, and new retiree, died on May 29 along with a longtime friend, Susan Jordan, as they spent their last moments here doing two things both loved doing: flying and touring through spectacular canyon scenery. John’s wife, Jacqui Smalley, and Susan’s husband, Ronnie Wong, were waiting for their return at the Boulder ranch when they received the devastating news of the plane crash. Susan, a prominent L.A. attorney and also a pilot, had flown the couple’s Mooney from L.A. to the Bryce Valley airport to spend a week with John and Jacqui. 

The plane John and Susan were flying in Friday morning, a two-seater Storch, was a plane John had procured years earlier for the purpose of locating straying cattle and sightseeing through the area. Unlike his Cessna, which John and Jacqui used to commute from Oakland to Boulder, the Storch was strictly a touring plane, specifically intended for low, slow flight. While John’s occasional Storch tours over the Boulder area raised a few eyebrows, those who have been on the receiving end of such a tour are forever grateful and in awe of that spectacular perspective. John was a careful pilot, meticulous in his care of the plane and his passengers. He welcomed any opportunity to take a visitor or a resident up for a ride, in either plane. In years past, John took schoolchildren on short plane tours as rewards for their schoolwork---a memorable part of Boulder childhood for many now-adults. 

After his mother bought the house on Hwy 12, John has been coming to Boulder since he was 16 years old, spending summers riding, swimming, exploring, and working on various local ranches. In 2003, he acquired what is now Boulder Creek Canyon Ranch, originally part of the old Haws ranch, and put the 300-acre parcel under conservation easement, enabling the continuation of a working ranch while protecting the land from future development. 

Although saving the viewshed of that incredible Boulder property was in itself a great gift to all of Boulder, John’s accomplishments and generosity extend far beyond. For years, John and Jacqui have sponsored a Libri grant to the Boulder Community Library for acquisition of new children’s books. They founded the Boulder-Escalante Scholarship Foundation in 2005, which has helped fund college educations for several area graduates. Last winter, John bought flu vaccine for whomever wanted to get flu shots locally, and he and Chyleen Mackay, an R.N. inoculated a small line-up of people. John and Jacqui were generous supporters of the nascent Boulder Community Alliance, a local nonprofit group that sponsors a wide range of community projects. And besides financial generosity, John would be the first to volunteer his time, his expertise, or his equipment whenever someone had a need. He wasn’t a person to hold back if he thought he could render assistance, and with his plane, his medical background, and his connections, he often did that, quietly and privately, for more people than most of us will ever be aware of. He was so much looking forward to his retirement, living in his new house with Jacqui, working on and managing his ranch, and getting even more involved in local projects.

To see John working around his ranch or chatting with neighbors, one would never imagine his “other self” as a high-powered Oakland businessman, working in the highest echelons of the medical insurance industry. John was founder, Executive Chairman and Chief Medical Officer of Arcadian Management Services in Oakland. Prior to founding Arcadian, John had occupied executive positions with many other medical-related businesses, including President and CEO of UniMed, a physician management company based in Southern California; Executive Vice President for Health Plan of America, a California HMO; Chief Operating Officer of HealthAmerica a Nashville-based HMO; Chairman of the Board and current Board member of Coventry Health Care. He received his M.D. degree from the University of California in San Francisco, in 1970, a Masters in Public Health from Harvard University in 1972, and was Board Certified in Internal Medicine.

To say John Austin’s departure leaves a void is such an understatement. Part of the grief is knowing that people who barely knew him will now never get the chance to know him better.

JOHN

(Saturday, May 30.)  Hi all-  just a reflection on this horrid event, and its place in all our lives.  I was frankly surprised at the intensity of my reaction to the news of john's passing, and its effect on my world. His generosity and calm demeanor, counterbalanced with the sardonic wit and a disdain for those working in opposition to the moral right direction, endeared him to many, i'm sure. I know these qualities endeared him deeply to me.  I will miss profoundly the acerbic political wit, dinners, banter in the living room, the nine p.m. fadeout, all the qualities that pass unnoticed but are keenly felt and loved. We all can feel the incredible, incalculable loss to our Jacqui, and the pain and sadness that must now abound within her heart.  we are and should be her fortress, the shale upon which she can chip away if she needs or wishes, receptacles for whatever needs to be placed or thrown or hammerred or shrieked into if necessary.  I have offered myself, and do so again for whatever she needs from here on in. For she is the completion of the puzzle, the yin to the yang, a perfect fit that allowed this entity we know as johnnjacqui, jacqui an john, to thrive and infect our universe with love and friendship.  I cried last night for the first time in a long while, I wept for the loss, and futility, the waste, and the knowledge that he probably accepted the end as he had the life before it; with dignity and clear-eyed knowledge that he had done his best.  Please accept this note, my friends, as a cry in the night, a lament, and also a celebration and illumination of our dear dear john Austin.  Good night and good luck, john.    Goodbye.

Dear Jacqui and John -

I stepped into a new, exciting, and very challenging career several years ago--a step that proved momentous in both my personal and professional growth--and both of you were there from the very, very beginning. Jacqui, you know exactly what I mean. You both believed in me, put your faith in me, encouraged me, bolstered me, mentored me, inspired me. You have shared your time, talents, and energy with infinite generosity, and I cannot thank you enough. I watched you, Jacqui, pour yourself into our organization in every way possible: tirelessly embracing the necessary tasks; continually stepping up to lead new and daunting efforts; leading us all in your quiet, confident way; and never wavering from your wise vision of what we could be.

John was a mentor to me, and I so regret that I did not know him yet better. I am very grateful for the time and wisdom he was willing to share with me. I remember once when I was faced with some difficult decisions, he took me to lunch, he listened, and he helped me see clearly how best to lead. And he made it seem so easy. I remain grateful for his wisdom, clarity, compassion, and strength. I deeply admire the way John lived his life--from the career choices he made as a physician and a health-care provider, to the social causes he embraced, to his commitment to conservation...and, of course, his love of horses!

Jacqui, the same things are true of you. You are a tremendous conservationist and advocate, a visionary, an admirable leader, a beautiful spirit, and a wonderful friend. Thank you for your belief in me, and for all of the beauty and strength you share.

My heart aches for you. And as I read others' postings about John, I see yet more how very lucky you both were to have found each other and to have shared so much.

You are both an inspiration to us all--in your careers, in your values, in your lives. You have touched my life deeply. I hope my life can reflect some of the generosity, commitment and beauty that have permeated yours.

Love,
Elizabeth

The man knew how to live

The man knew how to live, and knowing how to live does not mean seeking out the costliest or most extravagant things in life. Knowing how to live means finding those things, places and people that are perhaps a bit outside the mainstream, but are unique and wonderful. I suppose that's obvious to anyone who counted John as a friend, but to me it is a rare talent, and his ability to share that talent with others is rarer still.

Here is a small example. I first met John in 1984 when he was recruited to be a senior officer at HealthAmerica Corporation. I was running an HMO in Lincoln, NE but had also taken on some additional responsibilities for the company, including helping out a number of start-up plans. One of those plans was in Arizona, a welcome destination for someone living in Nebraska when subzero winds howl down the northern plains. My first trip to Phoenix, I stayed at a typical chain hotel, not really paying much attention to anything other than work, simply happy to feel warm. Before my second trip, I met with John on a variety of matters, including the Phoenix plan. During our dinner conversation, he told me about the place he stayed at in Phoenix, and I decided to give it a try.

It was the Royal Palms hotel, on Camelback Road. But it wasn't the Royal Palms of today, a diamond class resort. It was the Royal Palms of the past. It had been built in the 1920s as a private estate, and converted into a hotel by the 1940s. The Royal Palms was a destination for the rich and famous, including Hollywood celebrities of the time. A wonderful place in the mid-century. John told me there were stories of a beautiful actress cavorting in the hotel's pool (bringing to mind W. C. Field's joke about why he doesn't drink water). Glamorous in the 1950s, but by 1984, it had gone to seed.

I arrived late in the evening, turning into a drive lined with, naturally, Royal Palms. Stucco hacienda-style buildings wound around curving drives. My room was in such a building, and while it was pretty worn, it was also well built and comfortable. Driving out to the plan the next morning, I was struck by how run down the place looked, how the peeling stucco really was peeling and not done deliberately for atmosphere. I began to question seriously John's judgment.

Returning later that evening, I headed down to the infamous pool. It was small, secluded by plantings, and most astonishing: it was heart shaped. I just stopped and stared at it for several seconds. It was deserted, as was the hotel in fact, making it easy to imagine the beautiful actress in the grip of l' amour. It was also the coldest water I've ever experienced in a hotel pool; it very literally chilled me out, something I sorely needed but for which I was (and am) temperamentally ill fit. The pool was so unusual that I remember it vividly even today, and when was the last time you have been able to say that about a hotel pool?

Soon I began to relax and open up to the experience. The view of Camelback Mountain was spectacular and unobstructed. The hotel was quiet and peaceful, despite being just off Camelback Road between Phoenix and Scottsdale. And the charm of the place, even worn down, was still in ample supply. Not merely a hotel, but a window in time - not a reconstructed ambience a la Disney, but the real thing. It remains in my memory as one of the most enjoyable stays I've experienced, something unexpected and wonderful. I went back every time I traveled to Phoenix for HealthAmerica. (The Royal Palms was completely renovated in the mid-1990s and is once again an ultra-high end resort: http://www.royalpalmshotel.com/historic-hotels-phoenix.php. It appears that the heart shaped pool is now be gone).

John knew how to find those kinds of places everywhere. He gave me ideas about places to go in California and elsewhere, knew the best places to dine that were not the usual suspects, and let us use his place in Utah for a week back in the 80's. The last time I saw John was a year ago when he was in Oakland on business (Jacqui was in Utah). Emily and I met him at a small, rustic French place in a slightly run down section of San Francisco; only locals were there and the food was excellent.

The man knew how to live. I always envied that, but he was generous about it and I was privileged to get to experience it, every so often, as his friend

Peter Kongstvedt

John,

We've lost a dear friend and I hope someone will speak of the specifics of what John accomplished as a conservationist.

John and I last met at Piano Due in New York. While sharing tasty food and drink, I was infatuated and infected by both John and Jacqui’s zest for life and love of adventure. I returned home scrounging around for all my forgotten Rick Bass books, while wondering if I could possibly pull off a Red Baron look.

I suspect John didn’t spend much time worrying about dying because living was too much fun.

Ira N. Gottlieb

THE RANCH

The humor of John Austin

What always struck me about John’s humor was his mastery of the understatement. There were times I would be sitting around letting my mind run, and I would clearly see what John had casually dropped some months previous.

The situation that I laughed the hardest at took place in the old Boulder cabin, sometime around the summer of 1974. John, at the time, was the doctor for an institute/ranch that was situated in Deer Creek; a valley just east of Boulder. This institute attempted to provide a life for some very different and wounded people. The entire program was under the guidance of Stanley Standal, a Psychiatrist from the University of Chicago. Standal had asked John to give all of the patients/kids a full physical to fulfill a requirement for the State of Utah.

The folks from the ranch started showing up at the cabin and I couldn’t help but notice one particular fellow. He stood about 6ft 8in and looking at the amount of muscle he carried had probably spent a good amount of time, in prison, lifting ungodly amounts of weights. He was also the trend setter for the gothic movement. Everything that he had on was as black as black could get including a strange looking hat that covered his eyes. I didn’t realize it at the time but there was a reason for this. With him was a young woman that he was very attached to. What I mean by attached, is he never let her out of his arms! The message that he sent was very clear and unambiguous…“This woman is mine; look at, touch, smile at or even think about her and you are mine!”

When her time came for the physical they walked over to the old steps, John was sitting there waiting on them. She was extremely reluctant to have the physical. John gently took her by the arm and started to lead her away from her boyfriend and into the kitchen that had been converted into a patient’s room. I was sitting on those same steps and I heard the boyfriend speak. “Noooooooooo…I am going to stay with her!” I was able to see under the hat brim and into his eyes for the first time and I was in very unfamiliar territory. This man was clearly dealing with fury issues locked together with many other demons. As I saw it, John was about to give a complete physical, to a young woman, that could get very dangerous with this ultra jealous, insane man. I knew John had a good bedside manner but was he this good?

The next twenty minutes felt like we were all sitting on a powder keg. All I could hear coming out of the kitchen were murmurings and John’s reassuring voice, saying things, I thought to her, like “Are you okay?” “Is this alright?” “I’m going to do this next.” When the physical was over the birds once again returned to song, and John came out of the kitchen and sat next to me on the steps. He was drained.

I asked, “How did you do that and come out alive?”

John’s answer was…“Carefully, and with a great deal of consultation.”

David Breslin

Dear John and Jacqui-

You should know
- your love has inspired me to seek and find only the best partner for my life no matter how long the discovering process. This is because through you i see it is possible to forge a shared dream out of work and devotion and creativity and passion and never to let it go until it takes flight

- your life has encouraged me to be an individual no matter what and to fight for what i believe in with every fiber of my being,

- your courage has challenged me to take the even the great risks that beguile me from in the furthest flung corners of my imagination

because your example teaches me that- when risks are taken out of love and curiosity in a search for growth and connection- the greatest joys and most amazing rewards can fill both our lives and spirits

-- your quiet boundless generosity is a life giver, is what you together created and in a sense gave birth to, that what lives on from two people creating together goes far beyond the limited definition of progeny or offspring. From you I have learned that offspring is that which springs from us all and rushes out into the world. This boosts my faith that I, in choosing the same path of creating offspring in a nontraditional way, am not alone or lacking in any way- thank you !

--Your goodness and impact on so so many people without having to proclaim or label yourselves Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist, or any of the above validate me and my belief that without religion one can be incredibly soulful and spirited and inspired by the grace of life and beauty without a mold. That one can create a completely unique and fully realized path in life sans dogma or a guidebook or a prophet. That choosing to do so allows us to be accepting and respectful of all faiths without bias toward one or another. That doing so allows us to live wide open to the mystery of life and death and to welcome and tolerate all the ecstasy and agony that comes with it

Shayna Breslin (South Bend, IN)

Tennessee Friends

It’s now been four days since I heard about John’s death. The confusion and numbness has begun to wear off a bit and as it wears, what is starting to be revealed to me is the metal underneath—just how strong and honest his life really was. We always think of the parts of a life, and not the whole, but death helps us brush aside the superficial and see what someone really did with their time on this earth. In John’s case, what a masterpiece! Jacqui: his friends here in Tennessee are giving him a standing ovation.

John was always alive. He was a doctor, and a very good one. He was a businessman and an entrepreneur, a husband who obviously loved Jacqui very much, a skier, a hunter, a conservationist, a rancher, a pilot, a wine lover, a loyal friend. He always seemed to me to be doing something.

We worked together in Tennessee in the 1980s, but I really got to know him better in the years after that, when he had moved back to California. He and Jacqui would sometimes join our family trips to the slopes, and I always loved skiing with him. He was smooth and controlled, and unlike Stryker and me, he just looked good working his way through the bumps, flexing his knees and moving up and down just like you were supposed to. The only conflicts came when it came time to select a movie to watch after supper; most of us, and especially the teenagers, wanted something with lasers or swords or car chases. John and Jacqui definitely preferred something foreign, obscure or better yet impenetrable, ideally with subtitles. We only let them choose once.

John was a great conservationist and also an avid hunter; he loved our land and all the relationships you could have with it. Four of us, John, Stryker Warren, Pete Sain, and I made trips to New Mexico, to Texas, to Colorado and Wyoming to hunt deer, antelope and elk over the last decade and a half. He was a perfect companion; a fine hunter but one for whom a day in the desert was a wonderful thing independent of whether he was successful in bagging game. He loved to eat wild game, and was monomaniacal about wrapping and preserving it appropriately so that he could get it safely home It occurred to me at one point that he wasn’t interested in trophies, he was interested in food! When he came to Pete’s place in Texas to deer hunt each fall, John would make a pre-trip to a Bay-area fish market, and bring fresh salmon, Dungeness crabs, and whatever else he thought would be a great luxury at a camp in the South Texas desert.

As always, it was the social times together on those trips that were the best part. None of us are big drinkers, but somehow the tradition got started that we started off each trip with a martini in camp. It was not a hard liquor crowd, but we all loved wine, and had some fine glasses to go with the conversation in a lot of camps throughout the west. Because of our mutual interest in health care, John and I would talk a lot about what was going on, and I have to say we solved many of America’s health care problems, not to mention the war in the Middle East, around campfires in Texas and New Mexico.

I valued John’s friendship very much, and will remember those trips together as something really good in my own life. John lived an active, creative, involved life, and left everything better for his having touched it. I don’t know that I could give a higher accolade. His life was already long, but not nearly long enough, and he should have had a couple more decades of time with Jacqui, with his ranch, with his horses, with his friends, and yes, with his flying.

I did not know Susan Jordan, who perished with him. I feel sure as a friend of John and Jacqui’s she was a person of great character and rich history, and I ask us all to keep her and her family also in our thoughts and prayers as we mourn John.

I don’t remember ever having discussed the author Jack London with John Austin, but I feel confident that John was an admirer of his life and work. I’ll let Jack have the last word:


I would rather be a meteor, every atom of
me in magnificent glow
than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The proper function of a man is
to live, not to exist.

I shall not waste my days
in trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.

John did use his time, rest in peace.

John:

You listened intently and offered sage advice; your encouragement was so sincere; you led with a kind hand and constructive criticism; your praise was reflective and meaningful; you were unassuming but the first most of us turned to; you led by example; your medical suggestions and advice were spot-on; your home so warm. . . always available; your gardens so inviting; the meals you and Jacqui prepared so interesting; your desires for a better world so well thought-out; your political commitments clear; I learned about silent films from you; we hunted, skiied, dived, hiked and flew together; I ran in the Oakland and Berkeley hills with you; you jumped in at mile 16 to help me finish my first marathon; you insisted I read your selection of books for my own good. . . and you were right; you loved my mother and always asked about her. . . you consoled me when I traveled west to eulogize her in January; we flew many places together in your plane. . . Zion and Bryce at sunset were surreal when we flew to Boulder from Santa Monica; I remember when you rented a small office in Berkeley in 1982 and told me about the lady who transcribed your dictation. . . with her you swapped audio tapes, books and notes; one day the two of you met and several years later you married Jacqui; many--like I--continue to marvel at your 60th birthday celebration on the ranch in Boulder; how I longed for your 65th; abalone, Chardonnay, and squash blossoms; cappucino in the morning at Ross Street; your patients at Rockridge revered you, the staff looked to you for leadership; my children looked up to you; every friend I introduced was mesmerized by the stories, the comments, the observations, the wit, the wry humor; you made each whom you touched better; we met in 1976 but it seems as though it was only yesterday and there are so many more questions I have that I wish for you to answer; you made each of us feel special, but it was clear the person whom you sought out was Jacqui; so often you'd call home when we traveled and the affection was so evident, the connection was so clear. John, you were a best friend, a mentor, a confidante, a role model, a constructive critic and a big brother. The hole you have left is immense, but I feel so fortunate to have known you, learned from you, and loved you. You taught us well, and if permitted, we shall all endeavor to help Miss Jacqui, your "Sweety". Godspeed to you John.

swarren

2005 in Cabo

John and their horses

Self explanatory. A few more wonderful pix from Kirsten.

It's still almost impossible for me to realize he's gone. My mind knows it and my heart just refuses to believe it. John, if you only knew how much you are missed.

Dear dear John,

Few like you ever grace most of our lives.

How many lives did you touch? Thousands and thousands. How generous were you to all of us, with time and advice and sympathy and money and good will and plain old help? How many new places did you take us? How many of us did you shepherd through our transitions into and through adulthood? How good a friend were you?

How immeasurably poorer all of us would be without having known you. It's hard to imagine our lives without you. There's a big hole left; we're trying to fill it with memories and shared experiences. If only you could be back for a second, just long enough for us to say this.

Bye, John,

Gretchen

Dear Friend,

My wife, Scotty Mitchell, and I first met you and Jacqui 12 years ago at the Colby Street house. You had previously contacted Scotty in Crete to buy two of her Boulder pastel landscapes from the Boulder Mountain Lodge, offering us a month's vacation stay at your Boulder home. You gave us a warm, friendly welcome from the first meeting. You were renovating the Ross Street house and offered me the opportunity to design the garden. You loved the concept from the beginning and gave me free rein to evolve it into a showpiece project. Your enthusiasm and encouragement continued throughout, as we together created a 'historic' garden befitting the 1905 Arts and Crafts house itself. You provided a workspace for me, you met me from the airport, Jacqui loaned me her car, you included me in your home and circle of friends. Your friendship and generosity continued as I worked on other Bay Area landscape designs during the following years - always making your home my home.

As we started to settle into Boulder, you chose us as your neighbors, selling us an acre of land, and encouraging us a we built our house.
More recently we have continued our collaboration as I designed the landscape for your new home in Boulder. It's always been a pleasure and privilege to work with you - the perfect client ! And all the great meals and company we've shared together over the years!

As executive director of Boulder Community Foundation during the past 3 years, your support of our community and conservation efforts has been a mainstay of my,and our, work. Again, generosity, encouragement and friendship are the key words.

Ever the gentleman, tireless worker, creative thinker, keen gardener, lover of life and nature, great friend, and celebrator of humor - even appreciating my Monty Python wackiness ! ("Jolly good show", as you quipped in reference to me only a few days ago.)
My 12 years in Boulder are streaked through and through with the veins of gold of you and Jacqui.
My lasting gratitude and love to you both.
I will miss you, John, and will always cherish the memories.

(Thank you, Kirsten, for the wonderful photos.)

Tim Clarke