Life changes - in an instant.
I was riding the Headwall lift at Squaw Valley last week. It was a gray snowy day, but all us locals were out playing in the storm. I noticed a gang of the local hotshots up on the Light Towers, a series of gnarly chutes off of the Slot - a famous Headwall run. The kids here ski those chutes as baby-training and I'm always amazed at their ease and grace. They were one-footing it down these narrow rocky chutes like it was child's play, laughing so loudly I could hear them way over on the lift. What fun to be young again!
I headed over to the face of Headwall after I left the lift. Skied down a ways, then stopped to enjoy the snow falling on my face. As I started to ski the rest of the way down that run, two patrollers went flying past me pulling a sled. That's a sure sign someone has fallen and broken something. Darn it! But Squaw snow is heavy and folks who are used to the light stuff of Utah or the ice of the east coast sometimes rip an ACL or meniscus here in Tahoe - it's not an unusual sight to see.
I skied on down to the bottom, headed into the Member's locker room since I'd had my fun for the day. Put my stuff away and headed out the door. I noticed very busy medical staff outside of their First Aid office - one on a radio. About that time I heard the sounds of the chopper. That's a SURE sign that someone is hurt on the hill, and pretty badly. Damn. Nothing makes a skier take notice like the sound of a chopper coming in to take a fallen warrior off to the hospital. Everybody slows down - for a while.
If I'd only known the truth.
I went home and started working and networking, then noticed a Tweet about CR Johnson - one of the local guys here in Tahoe. He was WHAT? DEAD. You gotta be kidding me. I just saw him this morning on the Headwall lift.
That's when I learned the truth. CR was one of those locals on the Light Towers. He'd hit a rock, spun, hit his head and was dead before his friends could get to him. With a helmet on.
CR was a Champion in so many ways.
He was an X Games champion. He created a lot of the moves the kids use today. He was the first at so many tricks, including the first to do a 1440 (that's 4 complete 360s folks) -at the ripe old age of fifteen.
Five years ago he had a major accident that resulted in a brain trauma after another skier fell on him while they were shooting video in UT. He was put into a medically-induced coma for ten days and was in the hospital for 34. When he woke up, he was an infant. He had to relearn everything about life. Walking, talking, holding a fork - and yes, skiing. But he did just that. He was back on skis within a year of that accident. This winter, he finished third in the prestigious Red Bull Linecatcher event in the French Alps. CR was BACK.
But CR was more than just a great skier.
I didn't know him personally, only on sight. But my friends at Squaw knew him well. I chatted with them on the lifts for the days after his sad, sad, accident. Every one of them said the same thing about this 26 year old born for greatness.
"CR was one of the good guys." "CR was the real deal." "CR and I just chatted a month ago. The kid sat down and talked to me for 20 minutes about life and how grateful he was to be back."
"CR was one of a kind."
Kids in Tahoe have CR posters on their walls. He was one of the guys you wanted your kids to see as a role model. A committed athlete, an all around great guy, one of the good souls on this planet earth who was all about making a difference as he enjoyed life to the fullest.
He was also someone who wouldn't stay down. How many of us could lose all of our basic skills - and fight to make it back to the top of the skiing world, or the top of any world for that matter?
Here's CR talking about his recovery....
The world didn't just lose a champion skier and industry innovator last week. We lost a son, a friend, and an inspiration for us all - in an instant.







