Tim was a hero of mine for the last 20 years, and a major reason why I wanted to move to Oregon and work for Oregon Wild. He was a colleague, a friend, a mentor, and an inspiration.
Several years ago, he and I took two Boise Cascade logging executives on a tour of his Glaze Meadow restoration project in the Deschutes National Forest. Tim showed up in classic form, in his green Toyota pickup and wearing his battered hat and waving around an old green camp mug. The Boise guys showed up in a giant diesel truck, with their arms crossed over their chests and expressions that said they were not interested in hearing anything we had to say.
Over the course of the day, Tim worked his magic. He talked hunting with one, comparing notes on elk, deer, and turkey. The other guy was only concerned about the bottom line and how projects like Glaze fitted into timber volume and feeding the mill. Tim could talk his language, and walked him through technical thinning prescriptions and projected economic outcomes. I mostly just stood back and tried to stay out of the way.
By the end of the day those two Boise execs were slapping Tim on the back and cracking jokes like old friends. We shared beers on the tail gate of Tim's pickup, and talked about life outside of the battles over logging and conservation. I was in awe of his ability to bridge the divide with those two men, and to create a connection where they could hear his point of view and know he was hearing theirs.
That was Tim Lillebo’s magic, the unique gift that made him both such a delight to be around and such a formidable advocate for wildlands, wild rivers, and wild life. His legacy will live on in the forests, waters, and canyons that he worked so hard to protect, in the spirit of the organization he helped build, and in the hearts and minds of the people he touched and inspired.