BOB-part 1

Greg & I lost a dear friend on Friday. BoB. He died at the age of 55 in an avalanche doing what he loved to do most--snomobiling in the Wyoming mountains. Bob was what some people called a chore, a pain in the butt, annoying--the list could go on that way for quite a long time; but, the guy was our friend & would do anything for anybody that needed something & then more. He really had a heart of gold. We have so many memories of snowmobiling with Bob. We called him the "Scout" since he always wanted to go places that I was nervous about, so we'd send him out to check to see if he was sure Marian on her little Phazer could make it. He usually always came back & said "no problem!". That was usually a lie!! He had much more faith in me than I ever had in myself. Poor Greg! He always had to take my wrath when I'd get stuck or wreck my sled when it was really Bob's fault!! (Butthead!) I called him that more than once to his face--never seemed to faze him at all since I'd end up going where ever he wanted to go anyway even though I was bitching all the way! I'll never forget our trips to Dubois,WY & exploring the Wind River Range with Bob--which included snowmobiling to the "Line Shack" & partaking of a wonderful meal washed down with plenty of "Cactus Juice" & then "weaving" our way back down the mountain to the pickup & trailer where Greg usually had his hands full trying to get 2 drunks & 3 snowmobiles loaded & back to Dubois!