Hearing the news on Sunday that Dean Potter and his BASE Jumping partner had died, put a sickening feeling in my stomach. It is safe to say every climber, at some point in their life found out about Dean Potter. He was the guy every climber wanted to be- strong, bold, and ground-breaking to the sport. I never knew Dean personally, however that is why I had a sickening feeling in my gut. This past July, I attended The Outdoor Retailer in Salt Lake City, UT. On one of the last days of the show, I saw quite a few professional climbers. I met Jimmy Webb for the first time, and saw countless others. Then I saw Dean, and of course his dog. I wanted to speak with him so bad, but to be honest I got too nervous and didn't. I think what shocked me about Dean was his shear size. I am about 6'2, and he dwarfed me. Needless to say I regretted it as soon as I walked away, and now I regret it even more. There are countless things to be said about Dean and what he did for the sport. Some would say he was the last 'outlaw' of climbing, he didn't let anything stand in the way of his passion. Dean Potter will always carry a special place in the heart of the climbing community, and his legend will live on. Rest in peace Dean Potter.