When Scott lent a helping hand
Dear Editor:I’m in Puerto Rico and will not be able to attend any services for Scott Edmundson, so I’m writing this letter instead.When I heard of Scott’s death, I remembered a spring afternoon in Snowmass Village. The sixth grade Ungraded Class had just finished an overnight winter camping trip along the Government Trail and skied out. Home for me was only across the golf course so I asked Scott if I could ski to the Blue Roof Condominiums and then home. Part way across, I broke through the snow and my skies stuck in the heavy, rotten snow typical of that time of year. I remember vividly how tightly stuck my skies were in that spring snow and how small I was at twelve.I could see in the distance the yellow school bus slow down and knew that Scott had seen me having trouble. Sure enough the bus stopped; Scott put on his skis and came out to help me. As an adult at work, I often watch the clock for when I can leave, shake off the responsibilities and go home. He must have been exhausted from two days with students and all the planning that such a trip entails. I know this now at 43. So I sit here in Puerto Rican humidity and think of that concrete snow and Scott skiing towards me.Anne PausbackSnowmass Village
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