This story is actually about my wife, not me. Amy and I have been avid outdoors people since we met in 1985 and especially since we were married in 1995. Trekking in the Himalaya, winter climbing Mount Washington, hiking and camping wherever we found ourselves. And skiing. So much skiing. In the summer of 2011, Amy had been feeling like crap for months and did not even feel up our annual climb up Sugarloaf in Maine over Columbus Day weekend. Less than a month later, we learned that Amy had Stage 4 cancer that had started in her sinuses and spread to her brain and metascized to her spine and her lung. She was rushed into MGH where she stayed for nearly a month before starting chemo and radiation that lasted through the winter and into the early spring. But Amy knew how important skiing was to us as a couple and, recognizing that we would not be doing too much sliding that winter, she told me that I should take a night off from hanging out at MGH and see TGR's "One for the Road" at its Boston showing. In turn, I returned from the show with a bunch of posters from the show signed for her (Sage's perfectly eloquent "Fuck cancer!" was the best) that then covered her hospital room.
Fifteen long months later. Amy is back on skis at Sugarloaf and Saddleback getting her legs slowly back under her. Two months after that, she's dropping off the tram at Big Sky - please don't read too much in the attached picture. She killed it. To this day, I am convinced that the idea of again passing through those avalanche gates and the rush of skiing Big Sky was one of the things that kept her (and me) going through the worst year of our lives. And her goals just get bigger and higher with this season.