One of Helmut's and his girls' cache was the first I did with my children about two years ago and a friendship was formed. After locating his house, I just stopped in out of the blue and his wife, Liz, said she had just sold him for 1 dollar! He came out of the shed, and we talked for some to me about caching. I studied his caches and how others enjoyed them so I began to hide them with his help at first and soon formed my own style. We got together often and looked for each other on Rt 80 as we drove home from work. We started caching together when we could and talked about placing a cache or two together up behind his new house. Liz and I planned his 1000th cache find party, and I loved the surprise he got at his party. Helmut found himself selling two houses and having a new one built, that took a lot of his time and energy. I stopped in and called on his cell phone just to bug him and get him to laugh and told him "Liz told me to get you out of the house" so we did go caching here and there. It's amazing how many times I had to remind him to get his walking stick! He would look at me and just say "I'm out of control" and hopefully let out one of his grand laughs. I will miss Helmut and way we talked about life in the woods. We both shared our thoughts and adventures - like the time he took Liz caching and also losing his cell phone on the trail. The funeral was touching today, and the moment when Liz stretched out her hand just to touch his coffin as it passed by put a picture in my mind of 1000 words. I will miss Helmut, his words and that grand laugh will travel with me as I cache and hike the highlands of NJ. Loved you like my brother... Thadd-Treequest