This is a photo of my Grandfather. I always find it inspiring. He passed away three years ago this week at age 94. After he took early retirement he jumped into several hobbies that he had never tried before, one of them being snow skiing. He started skiing at age 54 and took his last ski run when he was 77. He really got all into it. I was fortunate to ski with him at Keystone on his last run before he finally had to hang it up due to hurting knees and back. This is him on a NASTAR run in Steamboat where you can measure your speed on a real course. I hope I can be this active at his age. He was fearless.
Various ramblings and thoughts that lunge themselves into my field of consciousness.