I have been trying to find words since the news last week Thursday. I feel such a devastating sense of loss for Sherry and Ayla, loss for a husband and father, the loss of a humble understated icon who was their cornerstone. My heart and mind keeps wondering to their home in Squaw just outside of Truckee, and will continue to do so.
(Shane and Sherry on a ride we did above Truckee)
Tuesday evening was spent doing interviews and watching elegance swirl at the end of of a ramp – that while trying to place a nominal numerical value on the shown comfort of their own skin. What would I know about judging one from another? I did have four panelists beside me, all seemingly more confident with the task at hand. But the night was thoroughly enjoyed as something of a reminiscence escapade to school days filled with dreams and expectations.
A friend once told me: “It’s only as complicated as you make it” – Applicable to my frantic state of rushing about at times when all should be measured and executed with precision. Alas. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and life’s balance is an universal truth I believe in. Last week just seemed to a bit heavy on the play front…
(Myself with Mike Horn on board the Pangaea; the custom built explorer)
