After he literally flew past me near the bottom of the run I caught up with him in the Wildcat Lift line and realized who he was. It was late into a powder day with a about a foot of soft crud. He was skiing by himself and I tried following him on his next run. I thought I was matching him turn for turn GSs the powder at high speed, but when I came over a small rise he was impossibly far down the mountain. It was like in the Teachings of Don Juan where the student was right behind him, and all of a sudden he is on the far ridge. It was a momentary mind warp, based on the laws of physics and skiing as I know them he could not have been that far ahead or me in instant he was out of my sight, but he was. It made me realize that he was dealing from a completely different deck than the rest of us. I am not one for idol worship, but just that brief encounter with Nobis was enough to change a lifetime of perceptions of what skiing is, and what it can be, and for that I will be forever grateful to him.
I do not know him, but I sincerely wish him well because at least for a brief period, when it came to skiing, he actually was "the man."