For anyone who has ever met Kayak Bill, they would know that he certainly was not a slacker. He had a different idea of how he wanted to live his life and it had nothing to do with western conventions.
I first met him in 1994. He had been caught in a storm and had to take shelter at the light house in Bella Bella where I just happened to be visiting. That was the thing about Kayak, you could never plan to see him. Everytime I did see him, I thought it would be the last. The great thing about him was that it did not matter if you never saw him again because having spent time with him made you feel as though you had experienced something very special no matter how fleeting.
I have this beautiful painting in my living room that he painted for me many years ago. Everytime I look at it, I am reminded of the time I spent with him. I think it might be the only night scape he ever painted.