Jack was a great climber and a really nice guy. The two don't always go together.
I only met Jack briefly, in early June 2000. I'd seen a tanned guy in a bright yellow one-piece suit up near 14K camp on Denali. He looked pretty cool, like the kind of guy who could be a bit of an asshole
So I was a bit surprised to find him in the bunkhouse back at TAT in Talkeetna. We got talking and decided to go for a beer at the West Rib. I knew who he was, but to him I was just some skinny, hairy guy who'd plodded up the normal route.
We ended up having more than a few amber ales and, on his recommendation, the salmon sandwich, at the Rib that night, talking climbing and people we knew. He had a lot of great stories. We shared a ride back to Anchorage the next day and kept in touch, but I never saw him again. RIP BldrJack.