my dad. i have met fewer people that have gone through as much shit in his life as he has and be an amazing person. for some one who got divorced once. watched his second wife die slowly of cancer and then marry my mom and have me is amazing. i mean i live 20 min away from my parents cause. hell i love them. and my dad has helped me do every thing. he got me up skiing when i was 4 years old. and helped me in every sport i was ever in. taught me to swim and camp and fly fish. and so many things.
he has taught me how to make bread from scratch and make jams and jellies. and that a real man fears not of the kitchen. taught me to RESPECT EVERYONE BUT FEAR NOBODY. he has put me in his place when i have been acting up . and helped me with my worst days in my life. and i have helped him with his shit too. he has some very epic baggage that i will not talk about on her.
basically i fucking love my dad. we are planning to go skiing this week. he cannont do it a much since his hip was replaced but you would not know that since he kayaks and rides his bike.
this is a letter he wrote on the back of a poster he framed for me when i almost lost my ability to walk.
our family has strong long times to Timberline lodge.. from your very first skiing days, your high school project. the season you put butts in the seats as a "liftie". working in the kitchen, doing janitor work and housekeeping. your mother and my visit one Christmas when there were fresh tracks every run , and we had that great dinner in the lodge under the huge Christmas tree.
timberline is not just a place.. its a state of mind and we share that broad view of timberline as a family, Years from now you will fondly remember the early days we shared, and the many trips to the mountain you made with your family and friends. you will recall your first skis, the shorties, the new skis boots that were stolen, the timberline jackets and shirts, the awesome days and nights the huckleberry inn, grooming the slopes with the grandfather of groomers and his death on the highway.
and i am sure you will remember your recent fall., this was not a baby crash. the mountain can take life as easily as it gives life. my offer to get you a helmet at last and your promise to wear it m is a gift both ways, from your mother and me to you and from you to us
i hope this art print will burn deeply into your treasure chest of memories and the it will remind you always of the joy and peace and challenges the mountain has presented you over the years.
I love you and i have from the first moment i held you before even your mother held you. you are a joy filled young man. you have a lot of living and doing ahead of you. Ski and live your life with courage and skill , and you will be safe.
yeah and that letter is the style of my dad. i used to get bugged when he would make a moment so prophetic and deep. then i realized that not many people do that. and i should be lucky to have some one that does.
and every day i find i do stuff like my dad. and yes i hope i do not get as goofy as him but i take it in stride
love you dad. to many more years together
related video. dads usually are awesome. 
