I woke up for some strange reason at 3 a.m this morning. With my new-fangled phone, I checked my google account. The news stabbed me like a driven nail. Alex Miller died this morning.
My last photo of Alex (left) in 2008 at Franz Josef outside his ski plane sales shop at Franz Josef. On the right is his close friend Bruce Watson.
Hello Bob
Sad news – Alex Miller passed away this morning. He was diagnosed with cancer just before Christmas – complications in the last few days meant he took his last flt to FJ yesterday.
I’ve copied below a message from Graeme Ayres
Alex passed at 12 past 8 this morning. It was a peaceful passing and he was propped up in bed at home looking at his beloved Elie de Beaumont, some of will remember this as the mountain he used to lay ski plane tracks on.The funeral is likely to be in CHCH; not known when. Susan is in a calm state and very comforted to have been with Alex when he passed, they played music most of the night. Alex was able to resolve a number of things that had been bothering him before he passed and all of his family are comforted by this. I will keep you informed of any further developments
Muz and Pat
Silk Road Adventures (NZ) Ltd
415 Main South Road,
GREYMOUTH 7805
What can I say ? My heart goes out to you Susan, Sam and Tamara. and thanks Sam who has so kindly been in contact with me over the past weeks. The mighty man of the mountains is at rest in sight of Elie de Beaumont, the photo above. We climbed Canavan's Knob together a few times and used to sit and admire this view.Once the great guide Peter McCormack came with us.
We met way back in 1966 when I first ventured into the Mount Cook region. Alex, or Bruce as we called him in those days, first flew me into the head of the Tasman Glacier in 1971 and we kept our friendship up until he died. He played a key role in 1971 when three Mount Cook ski planes got benighted at the head of the Tasman Glacier, and Pete Eggleston and I who were in Malte Brun hut, took up rescue equipment such as blankets and primuses from the hut to keep them alive for the night. The airline was owned by Harry Wigley and when we opened up the emergenct food pack, it was full of Wrigley's chewing gum. Alex, you flew over the next morning from Franz before first light in climing gear while while Captain MarvelI (Gerry Savage) and the othet two pilots had overnighted in poncy uniforms with braids and stupid hats. You were our hero Alex, the alpine aviator with the handle bar moustache, who led the aircraft rescue effort.
When I.was his boss at Franz Josef in 1990-91 we did some magnificent trips together, some by air, and some by foot, many to inspect what was happening on the Franz and sometimes we just sat down so and gazed at Elie de Beaumont, the glacier and talked about family, work and life. We were neighbours for a few years and that was fun.Others knew him better but our relationship was strong. I helped him pour the cement and lay the floor of his hanger at his and Sue's farm at the southern end of the Franz Valley. spending more time leaning on a shovel and talking about mountaineering and gazing at his beloved Elie de Beaumont. Eventually we finished the job. Alex had just given up drinking and felt I was a likely candidate to join A A too, and I did go to an AA meeting with him in Whataroa. He once said to me, "if all the alcoholics in South Westland decided to come to the AA meetings in Whataroa, we'd need to charter at least 30 large buses."
In 1973 or was it 76 when Alex and Sue were living at Fox, Mike Browne and I visited he and Sue who had two young children at the time, and we whiled away a wet day with fine music, food and tea. Alex was flying ski planes at that time.
We flew in from Franz a few times looking for a site for the NZ alpine club hut site which is now Centenntial Hut. He helped Stu Drake and I put the marker poles in and he flew over them weekly to check the snow levels for a year, to see whether the accumulation was too much to locate a hut safely there.
We had many floods in Franz and Alex and I liked nothing more than going out together, checking flood levels, putting up warning signs and ensuring the safety of tourists. Once we declared a Civil Defence Emergency and bused 90 tourists in a motel threatened by floods by the south side of the Waiho river, over the hill to Fox Glacier.
He could interpret the land, weather, mountains, snow, ice, plants, insects, animals and processes better that any professor, and played a key role in setting up the displays in the wonderful visitors centre at Franz Josef township.
" Alex, I will never forget your visit to India when you visited me and the time we spent together. " It must have been 2005. Moments to treasure. More cups of tea, talking about our families, flying, future and mountains.
I knew the views that stirred you Alex, the ones that captured the sea, bush and mountains. I remember you liked to fly low over the sea to get that expansive perspective of the sea to mountains.
I also know that little Church at Franz was a place that you and Sue visited many times.
Hello Bob
Sad news – Alex Miller passed away this morning. He was diagnosed with cancer just before Christmas – complications in the last few days meant he took his last flt to FJ yesterday.
I’ve copied below a message from Graeme Ayres
Alex passed at 12 past 8 this morning. It was a peaceful passing and he was propped up in bed at home looking at his beloved Elie de Beaumont, some of will remember this as the mountain he used to lay ski plane tracks on.The funeral is likely to be in CHCH; not known when. Susan is in a calm state and very comforted to have been with Alex when he passed, they played music most of the night. Alex was able to resolve a number of things that had been bothering him before he passed and all of his family are comforted by this. I will keep you informed of any further developments
Muz and Pat
Silk Road Adventures (NZ) Ltd
415 Main South Road,
GREYMOUTH 7805
What can I say ? My heart goes out to you Susan, Sam and Tamara. and thanks Sam who has so kindly been in contact with me over the past weeks. The mighty man of the mountains is at rest in sight of Elie de Beaumont, the photo above. We climbed Canavan's Knob together a few times and used to sit and admire this view.Once the great guide Peter McCormack came with us.
When I.was his boss at Franz Josef in 1990-91 we did some magnificent trips together, some by air, and some by foot, many to inspect what was happening on the Franz and sometimes we just sat down so and gazed at Elie de Beaumont, the glacier and talked about family, work and life. We were neighbours for a few years and that was fun.Others knew him better but our relationship was strong. I helped him pour the cement and lay the floor of his hanger at his and Sue's farm at the southern end of the Franz Valley. spending more time leaning on a shovel and talking about mountaineering and gazing at his beloved Elie de Beaumont. Eventually we finished the job. Alex had just given up drinking and felt I was a likely candidate to join A A too, and I did go to an AA meeting with him in Whataroa. He once said to me, "if all the alcoholics in South Westland decided to come to the AA meetings in Whataroa, we'd need to charter at least 30 large buses."
In 1973 or was it 76 when Alex and Sue were living at Fox, Mike Browne and I visited he and Sue who had two young children at the time, and we whiled away a wet day with fine music, food and tea. Alex was flying ski planes at that time.
We flew in from Franz a few times looking for a site for the NZ alpine club hut site which is now Centenntial Hut. He helped Stu Drake and I put the marker poles in and he flew over them weekly to check the snow levels for a year, to see whether the accumulation was too much to locate a hut safely there.
We had many floods in Franz and Alex and I liked nothing more than going out together, checking flood levels, putting up warning signs and ensuring the safety of tourists. Once we declared a Civil Defence Emergency and bused 90 tourists in a motel threatened by floods by the south side of the Waiho river, over the hill to Fox Glacier.
He could interpret the land, weather, mountains, snow, ice, plants, insects, animals and processes better that any professor, and played a key role in setting up the displays in the wonderful visitors centre at Franz Josef township.
" Alex, I will never forget your visit to India when you visited me and the time we spent together. " It must have been 2005. Moments to treasure. More cups of tea, talking about our families, flying, future and mountains.
I know Psalm 121 had a place in your huge heart.
In February 2010 I took my son Ablai to New Zealand to fly with Alex over the mountains and we plsnnrd to land on the glaciers. Ablai is mad keen of flying. I ended up at Tekapo in foul whether and Alex was stuck with his plane in Franz, but having to return to Jakarta few days later, the weather he knew better than most, didn't allow us to meet. But we had a long talk on the phone. Colin Monteath just informed me that in Chch last week he was visited by Aat Vervoorn and many other mountain folk and refused more treatment for cancer.
"A great spirit with heaps of mountain/flying lore gone." said Colin..
I.'m lost for words mate, so here is a few photos of peaks and places you loved.
I took this photo out of the window of Alex's plane on a trip from Hokitika to Haast where he flew the coastline.
Another photo I took from your plane, somewhere south of Green's Beach.
Perhaps your Turangawaewae Alex, is the river that caused so much pain and damage but you loved the Callery and the Waiho and stood in awe at their mighty power that could smash bridges, houses, airstrips, and everything in its wake. You used to love how these two wild rivers, born of the snowflakes and mountain glaciers were the "mountains that never matched men."
We loved the walk to Okarito trig, "the track the Graham's walked to school on" you would explain to me." We worked on restoring the school house at Okarito and Donavan's store. You wanted to turn the clock back and simplify things.
Bruce Watson knew Alex well and here are some gaps that were filled in for me:
"I met him first about 1972 and we have remained friends since and worked together for a number of periods.
Even in those early days Alex was ahead of his time in his understanding of natural landscapes, probably because of the special perspectives being a climber and aviator gave him. And he loved communicating his understanding with others through what is now called park interpretation. He worked with Craig Potton on the unsurpassed Mountains to the Sea - The Story of Westland National Park. Later his work on the Westland National Park visitor centre display story lines, and planning and flying for the film On the Edge - which captures the very essence of natural South Westland gave both head and heart to those stories.
Unlike others in those days he understood the importance of the human story of South Westland and supported the work of Dorothy Fletcher in building what must have been the best archive of stories on what is now conservation land -and then making sure those storied were used in guided walks, displays and publications. This empathy with peoples’ stories ensured he had widespread respect in the local community even when people may have disagreed with park policies."
Goodbye Alex. You crossed the divide the day before you died. Most climbers cross it after they die. You were always ahead of your time. To Sue, Sam and Tamara, Arohanui. When Bruce Jenkinson died they said the mighty totara had fallen. With Alex, a mountain, a legend has fallen and with it an avalanche of wisdom. but his spirit will always be with us on that great duvide. and in the Waiho region.
His son Samuel, has designed a blog for all of us to pay tribute to Alex. The photos of his last flight are very moving. Co to : http://alexbrucemiller.tumblr.com/
All photos except the black and white one of Ebenezer Teichelmann, are copyright @ Bob McKerrow but I am happy for people to use them for tributes to Alex.
