Skier, Cyclist, Friend
I miss you, Ethan. Long ago I looked you up at Copper Mountain, stopping another ski patrol guy to see if you were working that day. I'm not sure which one of us was more distraught when he tried to gently tell me that you'd suddenly and unexpectedly died. I remember skiing and bike riding, your driven intensity and focus on pushing to do things even better and quicker, which included invites to ski training in June on corn snow. Giving you plant tips, like they need more light. Truly. Faithful dogs, football games, summer and New Years. English class. Your mom driving us all in her VW van to Eldora. Listening to your stories of skiing in South America. I hope you loved your life, it sure sounds like the stuff of adventure magazines.
