Memories of Martinson |

Memories of Martinson

Aspen Times writer

Dear Editor:

Fred Martinson passed away on March 25, at his home in Boulder, from cardiac arrest. He left no family, but we, his friends, will miss him and his wit for many years to come. His true passion was skiing, and until he got sick five years ago, he tried to ski as much as possible.

Fred was an analytical ski instructor, who taught at Snowmass for more than 20 years. He loved using his intellect and engineering background to analyze a turn and could discuss technical skiing and ski racing for hours.

Fred taught me how to love bumps, how to see the best line in the bumps and how to get the most out of a ski day. I will never forget following him down the Ridge of Bell through the tightest bumps possible. When you skied with Fred, there was always a plan. Usually it was to ski all of the Dumps and S-1 before lunch.

During the time he was dating a French ski instructor he decided to rename certain runs on Aspen Mountain. Thus, Silver Queen became La Reine d’Argent. The Face of Bell became Le Visage de la Cloche and so on. But sometimes Fred, who was also fluent in Latin, would rename certain runs by their Latin counterparts. Thus from Pussyfoot was born a run named Pedes Pudendorum.

When he got sick, he decided that bumps were imperfections and no longer needed to be skied. Fred’s enthusiasm for sports spread to biking and hiking. He had climbed every Fourteener in Colorado by the time I met him in 1981. I could never keep up with him, but it was always interesting trying to do so. He always had something intelligent to say and his sense of humor was unmatched,

Fred was different, to say the least, and many people never understood him. But he was the best friend anyone could ever have. He was always generous with his time and willing to assist his friends in any way possible. He will be missed, but his spirit will remain amongst us all.

Catalina Cruz