Greg Garmer, who is a dear friend of mine, died in a tragic accident Sunday afternoon, but while enjoying the outdoors which he truly loved. Greg went ice skating on St. Louis Bay backwater ice, broke through the ice and drowned.
Greg was a a long time member of the Duluth Audubon / Northeastern Minnesota Birding Alliance and frequently went on sponsored outings such as the warbler walks. Greg rarely missed a chapter meeting. In addition, Greg is a retired Lutheran pastor and many Duluth churches are in a state of shock.
He was first my pastor, and but then so much more after he retired … including my birding buddy. We often spent hours in the car together as we drove to remote spots in northern Minnesota. Here Greg is looking for late migrating ducks out over a lake in the BWCA to which we had hiked.
The last time I saw Greg was a bit over one week ago. He had excitedly stopped by my home to let me know a Northern Shrike was near by. Of course I dropped everything I was doing and went to find the bird.
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Greg and I even skied the 54k American Birkebeiner together. Mary (his wife) had asked Molly and me to take him to his first and only Birkie. Mary told us Greg would be impossible to live with if he never skied a Birkie!
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Greg … these birds I saw yesterday morning are for you. Before hearing the news about Greg, I had been up at Sax-Zim Bog before sunrise. It is very appropriate that the last bird I saw in the Bog was a Northern Shrike.