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My friend Zephyr was a good friend from high school and was enjoying his first year at Lewis and Clark. Always a passionate skier, he never failed to bring positive vibes wherever he was.
Zephyr wanted that extra thrill and ditched his friends for one run at Jackson Hole.
He was riding new Sir Francis Bacons and was so excited when I saw him on new years to take them back out west. On his solo run he hit a tree and was left hanging there overnight. His buddies reported him missing, but they didn't find him till the next morning.
Vibes for his family, he was only 18 and the chillest kid ever...if there was anyway he wanted to go, it'd be on his skis. But it wasn't supposed to happen so soon. I couldn't name one person who wasn't a fan of Zephyr. I know that anyone who knew him will be hit with a bomb when they learn of the news.
