I met Johnson in Jan 1991 when he was ambassador at Crested Butte and had the strong sense then of a man living right on the edge, someone for whom disaster was always just a blink away.
As an ambassador, he was less than brilliant, it has to be said! He was assigned to our media party to guide us around the resort, but instead revelled in ski-ing away from us at speed, showing off his awesome skills the while, and then looking back up the hill at us with disdain as we tried to follow in his tracks!
Back in the bar, he was great company - one of those people whose presence fills the room. A charismatic character who always had to take centre stage, able to infuriate and beguile in the same breath, and an outrageous flirt!
I think I'll stick with those memories and not dwell on the now, but I do hope that time can heal and he can regain at least some of what made him such a remarkable sportsman.