Snowboarding always makes me think of Bryce. He was a natural on the
slopes. He would be looking over a map on the gondola ride up to the
lifts, planning out all the runs he wanted to do. I don't think anything
ever got him as excited as snowboarding. We would get off the lift and
he would be making his way down before Willy and I could even get our
feet strapped in. It was hard to keep up, and sometimes he would lead us
to hills I wasn't exactly comfortable with, but he pushed me to get
better. There was one time that it had recently snowed quite a bit so
there was a lot of fresh snow. One trail through the trees that we liked
to ride was taped off. Bryce didn't care and lifted the tape to go
under it. As soon as he did he sunk into powder up to his stomach. Willy
and I laughed but Bryce didn't seem as discouraged as you might think,
and he struggled his way through this trail while Willy and I took the
main run and met him on the other side of the trees. I think about Bryce
often. He was such a good friend and a good person, I wish I could have
told him how much he meant to not just me but to everybody. He was a
truly unique and special person and I'm glad to have had his influence
in my life.
