The worst of Monday’s.
It’s weird to realize another transplant, a non-native, was drawn to the same place as you, and that you became friends- one of the very best friends you had- all because of the mountains. And then, on Saturday, those mountains took our friend Mike Goerne too soon.
We’ve long considered ourselves locals, at home here in Colorado. But true natives, they’ve experienced this more than us. Growing up in a place so beautiful and so dangerous, these things can happen when you’re out there. And if you’re here long enough, it will happen to you or someone you know- a friend, a loved one.
I shrugged that off, thinking we were hardened enough by our time here, but this is truly hard.
Mike, like many others, died enjoying this place we all love. Being the amazing athlete he was and working hard to get better, as he always did. He was tireless. His excitement for life unmatched only by the quality of his friendship. We’re grateful for our time together as friends, and even as a client. We’ll miss him and think of him often, in so many places, like so many others who knew him and were impacted by him.
The many fun times with Mike, Erica, and Brian. To the last time we hung out at the top of Willy’s.
RIP @mgoerne
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