I’ve told a lot of “Bob stories” over the last week, and could tell a lot more. We all could. It was impossible to know him and not share him with others. I also wanted, however, to bid him a much quieter farewell, and was able to do so here, at the top of the deserted Bailey Falls lift, a place he knew well. He skied much like he lived: exuberantly, and with a style all his own. Farewell, comrade.