Originally Posted by
Lone Star
wrote this about Rob after he passed:
Rob taught me how to powder panic.
One of our first extended interactions was during the March/April 2009 storm which dropped over 12 feet of snow in two weeks. We shouted at each other in the Collins line (until Cowboy intervened) as we waited for the ski hill to open. We kissed and made up at the P-Dog over Tequila shots that sent K.N. and I into a state that involved a concerned call to the police.
The best outlet for *my* powder panic usually involved getting Rob even more fired up. Trainer and I spent many Interlodge mornings coming up with pranks to pull on him--- or if a storm was particularly crazy, just keeping him updated on the snowfall, radar, and radio chatter. When people were on the verge of upsetting GMD management, a quick request to Rob and P.S. would get the first chair gang involved in getting people's ski boots off the furniture and bodies out of the areas reserved for guests (*ahem* Johnny B).
It was a delight to get Rob to re-tell my favorite stories to the new kids in town. I laughed just as hard each time as he told about breaking 50 bones in his chest... "But Rob there aren't even 50 bones in a person's chest!" 'Yeah, true, your're right Brent, it was only 16 broken bones but there were 50 *breaks*!' was a favorite, as was the story of calling P-Dog management from the ICU during a heart attack to profusely apologize and explain why he wouldn't be able to show up to give Stonefed their check.
Powder, Oilers, Tequila (with Stonefed playing on special occasions), Sleep, Repeat.
Lots of love to Rob and all of his friends and family that have been such a beautiful part of our world (Robbie's world?) in Little Cottonwood Canyon and beyond.