Linda and I always enjoyed Bob's company on ski trips. I have to relate a funny ski story. He accompanied us on our very first school ski trip to Stubai, Austria, where his excitement was palpable and infectious to us.
Bob skied ahead of me in some fairly remote off-piste stuff and went by a sign (in English, German, Italian and with pretty graphic illustrations) that warned of an avalanche field--which of course Bob went right into.
I stopped and didn't want to yell or make a lot of noise, but of course that didn't stop Bob from almost jumping up and down in appreciation of the natural beauty.
He finally figured out what was going on and grinned all the way to the bottom.
Bob, we'll miss you.