About Nate...

       Nate really enjoyed being in the wilderness.  Particularly, camped out next the Imnaha river in the Wallowa-Whitman National Forest in eastern Oregon.  I think that’s where I saw him most at peace and  connected.  Fishing in the little fishin’ hole next to our campsite and catching a salmon.  Gathering and chopping firewood to fuel the fire, making coffee in the chilly mornings with the sounds of the river constantly accompanying every moment.  It really is a magical forest.
       Nate used to tell me that he really felt he had a good life.  He loved his childhood surrounded by brothers, cousins, neighbor kids, and fellow musician’s kids, many of whom are still connected to him.  He would tell stories about all the games they would play and the hard-fought dart gun battles that taught him about sportsmanship and not to trust your uncles because you were sent out as bait to draw fire from the opponents.  He talked about ‘the race is on!’  and ‘homer can’ and ‘crunch the dunce’; all games the brothers played (I think he mostly credited his oldest brother Steve with the creative titles).  He spoke of the music room and amazing musicians he got to hear rehearse and horse around with.  His memories of the race car starting up next door and how loud it was and how it scared him as a kid.  In fact, when the Shaws thought it was time for Nate to go home, they would just mention they were about to fire up the race car and that would be enough to send him on his way.  All these moments were so special to him and he spoke of them for the rest of his life.
       He also regaled me with tales of his friends and fellow musicians.  The Moore Brother’s Band, Skunktail, Feedback, to name a few of the bands he was a part of.  Music was so important to him, it was a language he spoke and understood and it served to encompass a sort of spirituality for him.  He had a reverence for good tunes that was infectious.  He shared such good music with so many of us.  
       Nate’s relationship with each of his parents was so special.  He used to call his father the ‘Magic Man’.  He poured over Daniel’s music and learned his songs.  We would listen to Daniel Moore tunes on road trips and he would tell me who was on drums, who was singing back-ups, and where the track had been recorded.  It was always fun to listen to him recount these memories and learn little inside tidbits of information that only a son and true fan would know.  
       He always was a bit of a momma’s boy.  He had such a strong bond with Shirley.  They would spend hours on the phone talking about deep truths and spirituality.  He would watch, read, and listen to the content she would send him and then discuss his thoughts with her.  They shared this curiosity and desire to perpetually search for truth and understanding.  They challenged each other's perceptions and valued each other's opinions.  He knew he could always count on his mom.  
       I miss him a lot and I appreciate you all reading and sharing on this website.  Also, know that he had so much love for all of you.  He was complicated, and he was so sweet.  Rest In Peace Natamus, I’ll see you on the other side.

Love,
Megan