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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Mark Bullis, born on March 18, 1962, and passed away on February 18, 2022. We will remember him forever. If you would like to make a donation on Mark's behalf, please visit: www.mountaineers.org/markbullis
February 18
February 18
Yesterday my wife and I were discussing how most packaged chips and candies contained mostly air or internal additional packing. You thought you were getting more than you actually did. This reminded me of the time when Mark wrote a letter to the Lays potato chip company complaining about this exact situation. A couple of weeks later Mark received an explanation centered around the packing process. But he also received a box with sample bags of every chip product the made. 

Those were the days ❤️
February 18, 2023
February 18, 2023
On my mind all day. I miss you marcos my friend ❤️
March 18, 2022
March 18, 2022
Mark, it’s your birthday and I’m thinking of you and missing you. I spent the morning hiking in the Cascades and I could feel that you were there, too. Thank you for the hike, and the friendship, and the laughter, and the sense of wonder with which you viewed the world.
March 18, 2022
March 18, 2022
Happy Birthday, Mark. I spent some time with the trees this morning because that's how I could be closest to you. It was so nice to have you with me, noticing the ferns growing out of the trees, listening to the birds, and taking ample time to enjoy how peaceful and beautiful it was. Even though you're gone, I can still hear your laughter. Some days, I can hear you singing. I love you and miss you, Mark.
March 18, 2022
March 18, 2022
You turned sixty in my book, my friend. Keith and I are but a few months behind
March 14, 2022
March 14, 2022
Marcos. Mark. Of course you are everywhere now but I bet we meet again. We had a connection here in Bend and too I know it will continue. 
But God is your sponsor now and will guide you correctly. 
Not anymore concerned with self, wrong choices. 
suffering was simply bad guidance. self sabotage yesterday. 
Recovery is yours now. Poor guidance is gone.
 
March 13, 2022
March 13, 2022
Hello my new friend,

I learned on that Monday next of your transition to another plane. Wow, espousing this spiritual understanding, as I do and as you’d told me you do, I am suddenly aware that you’re still so very present.

Thank you. Thank you Mark for your life. For choosing to come here to live the life you lived here; the happy and the sad, through what worked and what didn’t work, through your successes and your failures, all shaping and evovling your Being. For choosing to participate in the lives of so many, particularly your children whom I know you loved so much.

Though our acquaintance has been brief I enjoyed our lively exchanges, particularly around our AA program, your very authentic participation in your home group, and appreciate being introduced to them. I will continue to attend that meeting, both benefiting from the rich experience, strength and hope shared there and also enjoying fond memories of our biggest and best connection. Perhaps I’ll pick up your Sunday morning commitment. So glad am I that I have the picture of you that I captured there via screen shot. As I told you, your heart coming through so much more in those moments than in any pictures you shared with me per our initial introduction to each other. You will be missed by those closest to you.

Thank you for adding to happy memories of my hospital stay, the beautiful spread of healthy food and snacks you shared on both occasions. I will always remember how much you enjoyed watching the Super Bowl with me (and I you), a memory to happily replace that of others I have watched it with.

When next in ceremony I will burn cedar for you, a gift for your continuing journey. And I will continue to hold your children in prayer.

Blessed journey, my friend.
“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment.” -Paulo Coelho
March 7, 2022
March 7, 2022
Rest in peace, old friend. My condolences to the family, my thoughts are with you.
March 4, 2022
March 4, 2022
I'll always remember the little things that brought out your soul. 
Your smile, mostly. 
But also that during our hikes, every dog we saw ran straight past me to greet you first. 

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February 18
February 18
Yesterday my wife and I were discussing how most packaged chips and candies contained mostly air or internal additional packing. You thought you were getting more than you actually did. This reminded me of the time when Mark wrote a letter to the Lays potato chip company complaining about this exact situation. A couple of weeks later Mark received an explanation centered around the packing process. But he also received a box with sample bags of every chip product the made. 

Those were the days ❤️
February 18, 2023
February 18, 2023
On my mind all day. I miss you marcos my friend ❤️
His Life

Mark's Obituary

March 2, 2022
Builder and nature-lover Mark Stephen Bullis died on Friday, February 18, in Bend, Oregon. He is survived by his two children, Jeb and Eloise, who live with their mother in Mobile, Alabama. He is also survived by his two parents, James K. Bullis and Jane Davies, and three sisters, Kristin, Heather, and Karin. His second wife, Barbara, lives in Washington. His stepmother is Boo Bullis. Mark loved his friends and family deeply and expressed his love for them openly.

Mark was born in Iowa City, Iowa. Over the next several years, he and his parents moved around the United States and beyond, including Southern California, Bermuda, and New York, before settling in San Jose, California.

From a young age Mark sought adventure and made mischief with his many friends, with whom he would skateboard and bike. In high school he developed a fondness for the arts, including the music of David Bowie, Pink Floyd, the Rolling Stones, and Steve Winwood, while also singing and dancing in community theater.

He enrolled in Chico State University after graduating high school, and lived in Chico for 10 years. While living in Chico he became an avid cycler, a vegetarian, discovered meditation and yoga, became a wilderness explorer, and developed friendships that would last a lifetime. He then took a year to trek through the mountains of Nepal with his girlfriend.

Upon his return from his adventure in Asia, Mark started exploring his interest in architecture and building, and helped his father with a home remodel. He eventually relocated to Seattle, where he discovered he preferred building over design. One of his most enjoyable jobs was building a home on Orcas Island. He eventually started his own construction company, Bullis Construction.

There was much he loved about the Pacific Northwest – the outdoor culture, the mountains and trees, the water, the arts community, and perhaps most of all: coffee. He became an active participant in the Fremont Arts Council, learned how to scale mountains, and kayaked in the Puget Sound. He loved to cook and share special meals with friends. Even after he stopped drinking, he enjoyed picking out the perfect bottle of wine for a friend to accompany a meal.

Years later he met his first wife, Trent. They had two beautiful children together and moved to Alabama. Mark enjoyed spending time with his kids at the beach as well as skiing and snowboarding with them on the mountains. He took them on numerous hikes when they were young, taught them to be avid skateboarders, and loved boating with them in the Gulf of Mexico and beyond. In the aftermath of the BP oil spill, Mark joined the clean-up effort as a project manager. However, his marriage ended in divorce and he returned to his beloved west coast community.

Mark struggled with substance addiction and eventually found his way to a treatment facility that helped him stay sober. He moved to Santa Barbara, California, where he surrounded himself with a loving community of supportive friends he met through the local chapter of Alcoholics Anonymous. He even became the secretary for the group. As much as he loved the warm weather, spending time by the ocean, and his tight circle of friends in Santa Barbara, he had an opportunity to work in Oregon for a reputable construction company as a project manager. He was excited for the new start and the prospect of living in a house where he could spend more time with his kids. After moving to Bend, he told a friend he felt like he had come home.

Mark lived vivaciously. He brought his whole self to his relationships and had countless dear friends. When he hugged you, you felt like you were the only person who mattered to him. When Mark laughed, he laughed all the way from his toes. When he sang, the rich, warm tone of his voice could melt your heart. He was a sucker for people with a good sense of humor and from a young age loved making people laugh. He never did fess up to his parents about all those goofy faces he made behind their backs to his sisters.

Mark found beauty in fine craftsmanship. Whether it was architecture, bicycles, knives, costumes, or guitars, he saw the beauty in things people created. He was awed by the natural beauty all around him, whether it be the dahlias he planted in his garden, an impressive ocean wave, or the dramatic Cascade mountains where he said he’d like one day to have his ashes scattered. He could spend hours looking at plants and flowers in the local nursery and took pride in the garden sanctuary he built when he lived in Seattle with his second wife, Barb.

There will be a celebration of Mark’s life in the summer, time and location TBD. He would insist we play lively music, share funny stories, make new friends, and throw the party of a lifetime. If you wish to make a donation in Mark Bullis’s honor, in lieu of sending flowers, please consider donating to The Mountaineers: www.mountaineers.org/markbullis

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March 19, 2023
"When perspective is lost, the truth can't be found."
 

Thirty-One Days

March 21, 2022
I’d been getting to know Mark via phone and Zoom meetings for exactly one month, to the day, when I last saw him. I had seen him for the first time just four days prior. I was not, as I thought, to get more acquainted with this passionate, authentic human being.

Early in our acquaintance Mark invited me to watch this movie “and tell [him] what I think.”

He had already told me how he’d done a fair amount of climbing, trekked through Nepal, his love of the mountains and intensity for living close to nature.

I was in the hospital from the time I met him where I didn’t have Netflix. The movie would have to wait.

I was curious of course why he wanted my thoughts, in particular, on this movie; as opposed to just recommending as a good movie to watch.

Had he some part in its making, climbed in these regions, did he he rub shoulders with this climber, or just thought to share and chat about it as one of his interests that he was passionate about?

I’ll never know.

Yesterday I watched the movie.

There was this quality of feeling like I was having the experience of hanging out with Mark.

It was kinda cool.

Watching it now, it was nice to share this time, in a sense “with him”, as some last measure of experiencing him after he’s gone from this plane. ☺️

What I miss is not getting to know you.

RC Planes

March 12, 2022
Mary and I were walking through a random store in Myrtle Beach today.  Hanging from the ceiling was an old biplane RC plane built from balsa wood and tissue paper.  
It was mark who turned me on to string line and RC planes.  I remember summers where we stayed up all night building them in my garage.  

I enjoyed that memory today.

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