The mountains bring us in contact with some weird and amazing people.
We ski together, talk about lines or life over a few beers, and live it up.
Skiing and the lifestyle doesn’t make sense to some people but in our community we get each other.
It’s fucking hard to say goodbye to people.
It’s maybe even harder to process feelings in these situations.
The numb feeling almost like indifference, almost like it doesn’t impact you.
But it does impact you.
Some feelings are too intense to cope with.
What do you do when people you’re close to aren’t here anymore?
It’s something we all experience in different forms.
It’s something we all deal with in different ways.
Frank was one of those people that got after it any time he could.
for some of us skiing will be a past time, people change, people move on.
For others, skiing will always be a burning passion.
That fire to get us out there and making some turns.
Most of you understand the stoke and the smile it bring to your face.
RIP Feb 2017
Unfortunately life is a wild trip.
Eventually we will all die.
It’s simply inevitable.
But if you’re reading this you’re hopefully still around(or I’m haunted by ghosts).
Make the most of the time you have.
You will come across many people in your life.
Some people you just click with.
There’s a million thoughts in my head, but it’s all almost clear but still cloudy.
It doesn’t make any sense but that’s life.
They were vibrant, they love to ski or snowboard, and they got after it.
To all the friends out there, mine or yours, RIP.
I’ve said this before but keep your friends close, keep your ski friends closer.
I wish you all the best this season!
