It was the 2nd anniversary of Ashers accident this past Tuesday and I’ve had multiple attempts to write something in his memory. It’s funny that when you really want to sit down and right something, just how impossible this task can be. Tuesday was was of the most fun days I’ve ever had skiing in UT, it was bittersweet, yet I couldn’t find the words to describe the day. Asher is hands down one of the most influential people in my life. I wouldn’t be where I am today if he hadn’t been in my life. I never would of raced for the academy if Asher hadn’t persuaded me to quit the Nordic team. It was with him that I discovered park skiing, ski movies, and High North ski camp and dreamed about becoming a “pro” skier. I’ll never forget the look on Asher’s face when I put a crater in the CB park and had to be flown to Grand Junction, especially the shock of my glove revealing my mangled arm, which I had accurately described as “broken” before ski patrol arrived. He was there when I hit a jump again for the first time, the the incredulous look on his face about my fear of hitting a 5 ft. table told me just how ridiculous I was being. He is still my inspiration to this day. When I ski, I ski for Asher, I’m skiing for the dream we both had, and I’m skiing because it is the one place I can still be with him. I was standing about a small cliff at the ‘Bird on Tuesday and suddenly realized that I was terrified. As I stood there and contemplated my next move, “Honest Mistake” by the Bravery, which was the song in Asher’s first promo video, came through my headphones, and I knew that I could do it. It was like the one day when I got stuckin Toilet Bowl and Asher had to coax me through the crux, because taking your skis off never is an option.
I went to Park City today and rode pipe for the first time this season, and remembered why I love it so much. I decided earlier this year that I wasn’t going to compete in and pipe comp this seasons, primarily because they all conflict with big mountain events. But being back in the pipe took me back to being 17 and cruising around Crested Butte with Asher, Fimbow, Kevin, Adam, and Ben, and I don’t think I’m ready just yet to give that dream up. Time look into Aspen Open… it’s only 2 weeks away…..
I love you Asher! I miss you everyday, but I know that you are still shredding around with me!