David Lynn Steensen

David Lynn Steensen—“Dave” to most, “Davey” to some, and “Sherpa” to his dad on the hiking trail—was born on September 5, 1957, in Shelton, Washington, to Paul and Shirlee Dee Steensen. From an early age, he loved the outdoors, especially long hikes with his father, which earned him that enduring “Sherpa” nickname. He also loved skiing and often said, “the world is better with snow in it.”

Dave studied geology at Western Washington University, where he also met Karen Griffin, his life partner. After graduation, the two worked side by side at Redwood National Park on land restoration projects. He earned his master’s degree in geology at Humboldt State University, deepening his expertise in a field that matched his curiosity about the earth, his talent for “hand waving”, and his love of heavy equipment vehicles.

Dave dedicated his career to the National Park Service, working in the Geologic Resources Division and eventually serving as its Chief. He believed deeply in the power of public lands and devoted his life to ensuring the nation’s geologic treasures would be preserved for future generations.

Along the way, Dave and Karen raised two children, Cacia Marika and Severin William, first in California and then in Colorado. After retiring, he settled in Medford, Oregon, where he cultivated a beautiful forest farm and, true to his geologist’s eye, never stopped paying attention to the skies and the weather. Some of his happiest later moments were as “Gravy” (Grandpa Davey) to his grandson Ari Severin—whether giving tractor rides or snuggling in the chair for naps together.

Dave lived with a deep sense of responsibility. He was a hard worker, a present parent, and a thoughtful steward of the land. He also had a playful side—his favorite movie was Harold and Maude, and he was known for telling stories that made him laugh so hard he could hardly finish them, like the infamous “egg out the nose” story. He had a gift for napping in his chair, a love for animals (Fred the cat being one of the most memorable), and an eye for old cars—he could name the make, model, and year of just about anything, with a special fondness for the 1955 Chevy.

As a loving son to Paul and Dee, brother to Greg and Sandy, devoted husband to Karen, proud father, and delighted grandfather, Dave will be remembered for his loyalty, humor, quiet strength, and deep love for his family. Though he wasn’t always the most talkative person in the room, his stories, hand waving, laughter, and kindness made a lasting mark. And of course, he was instantly recognizable: bald on top, with a beard that was nearly always full.

Dave’s life was a balance of dedication and delight—serious about what mattered, but never without warmth, humor, and the ability to pause for a good nap. His legacy continues in the people, places, and lands he loved so well.

Link to The Coalition to Protect America's National Parks In Memoriam Page