the passing of the king of crux

whoa. svengali's post rocked me (no, not the crane). doug coombs? he's really gone?!

this is the same guy, back in the early 90s, who redefined what extreme skiing was (back when it was called 'extreme') when he rolled into valdez, AK and took the first World Extremes. and he said crazy things like, 'finding the crux of the line.'

he seemed like he was on a different level—like someone who took the act of calculating a crazy line and making it almost spiritual.

this is a sad day for me (three weeks after the fact, as well, sven), and now i'm definitely a bit down. i have a ton of sympathy going out to emily coombs and their son, who's going to find out, like kye peterson did about his dad, trevor, that dad was a hero to a lot of people.

and my iTunes just queued up 'while my guitar gently weeps', done by phish from 95. it's fitting...

Korea Slim