A bit after the fact, but I didn't see this thread until just now.
Daryn and I did the first 2-3 pitches of Stairway last year after work one day. There was a blinding snowstorm, but he was completely comfortable leading into it. We shouldn't have even hiked up the gully below the climb it was so wind-loaded, but we didn't really care enough to stop. I took a fall following because my hands were so numb, and my rope got stuck descending. We tied it off, and one of Daryn's friends got it the next day and he returned it to me. When we got down I had a message from the county sheriff asking us to check in when we got down, because they thought we were in trouble (headlights near Bridal Veil Falls at night in a snowstorm elicit concern I suppose).
I never saw him again after that (nor before) but we talked about ice a fair amount. In retrospect, I find it telling that the one time I went climbing with him it was such an epic, unexpected adventure, and one that none of my other partners would have considered going on. I'm almost glad that that is my sole memory of him, because it is such a good one.