Alex Ian Cameron

In April of 2011 we lost our Founding Chief. He was the best of us and worst of us in the Clan. But if it was not for him; none of us would be Wild Highlanders. His legacy will always be the corner stone of our Clan.

He is not really gone; He just off on some great high adventure drinking a good stout Scotch or a good honey Meade with a bonnie fine lass on his arm to fill his hours. Riding motorcycles and roaming eternity as that one soul that Heaven just could not keep within its pearly gates.

It is a certainty that he and ole Saint Peter were bantering back and forth about where he should go and what he should be doing. With Alex being Alex with a twinkle in his eye knowing he had won as Saint Peter was sighing a deep sigh and giving in and letting Alex go where he wants. And if you listen closely you can still hear the Devil roaring with laughter at the sight of it and delighting in it..and saying under his breath thank GOD he went there First.

Somewhere in the night sky in the heavens above there is star that burns just a bit brighter than all the rest for it holds the spark that we all knew and who we loved; that force of nature Called Alex Cameron

The Chief is dead Long live the Chief

Good Bye Alex we all will miss you