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Thanks Dad

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Thanks Dad for all of the things you taught and helped to add into my life.

You will always be "The Man", to these eyes.

My Dad 1957 on Mount Rainier 1957.


Just had to do it today folks.

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My dad never skied with me, but he taught me how to hunt, fish and pump septic tanks (no shit).  

He has always been a rock for me and a champion to help me achieve things I didn't think were achievable. 


Thanks Dad!

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My dad always supported my efforts even if he had modest means. I achieved his dream (going to college to become a chemist), but I couldn't have done it without him. Here's to loving fathers everwhere!
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I skied with my dad on his 74th birthday (this past New Year's Day), just the two of us. It was so much fun and I wish I had taken at least a lift selfie of us!

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Just saw this thread. My dad was my hero, and inspiration in every sense of the word. He was part of the greatest generation, lived through the Great Depression, served in WWII immediately after his college graduation, went on to be a difference maker in everything that he did in life. Friend to all who knew him, incredibly accomplished, humble, kind and fun, we lost him far too early to cancer. A cancer that today can be treated with much better results, BTW.


Skiing was a huge part of our family life. My family made the road trip every weekend to our ski house; I just joined in after I was born. My dad managed to start the international operation for his employer, with the deal that he could be based wherever he wanted to be. Lausanne, Switzerland was pretty neat for six years. Dad {and Mom} supported both my brother and me through our college years as ski racers, and were always our biggest fans. They were both life long skiers. 


My fondest ski memory is skiing with my dad during his last winter on skis, along with my son. My dad was 76, and my son was 6. My dad had slowed down his pace, but was still a beautifully strong skier. He loved the mountains, and knew so much history about New England, and in particular New England ski racing. Our son was already a ripper at six, and could ski anything. He and dad skied at about the same speed that day. We played hooky mid-week, and made the day trip to where I had skied as a child. We had a blast. Great day. They both fell asleep in the car at the same time on the way home. I can remember every minute of that day. I can recall each run, exactly what we had for lunch, what we had on for clothes and equipment. What amazes me is that my son can as well. My dad was diagnosed four months later, and passed away three months after that. Twenty two years ago. Too soon. 


A few years ago, my wife caught me when I got a bit teary eyed during an NCAA college carnival race in which both of our kids were racing. Their cousins had come to watch them race that day, as had my brother and his wife.  I simply told my wife that I wished that my dad had been there to see that day. Fact is that I'm sure he was looking down on us, and she pointed that out. 


Our son is now a coach, on snow 250+ days a year. It will be his life's work. He loves it, and he works very hard at it. Our daughter lives in Denver, but spends every non-working minute that she can, year round, in the mountains. One of our nieces has done the Haute Route recently, and just sent me a more current picture of the Vallee Blanche. The other has been cursing the lean snow winters in Tahoe; she lives in SF.  These "kids", now 25-31, just live to ski, and to enjoy a lot of time the mountains, year round. They all have grandpa's drive, kindness, curiosity and work ethic…..which is a good thing! 


That's all a legacy to my dad. I was thinking of him on Sunday, even as both kids called me to wish me well. Thanks so much, Dad! 

Edited by Muleski - 7/5/15 at 9:32pm
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