I stood at the top of the mountain and watched you go down as I have done so many times in the past. I could feel your love for the mountain. You loved the speed and with your well deleloped techniques could handle it with ease. When you picked up speed maintaining full control you would spread your arms and I seeming soar as a seagul does here in Gaspe .You loved the air on your face and body and the challenge of the mountain. I often stood in awe and had admiration and pride for my son. My heart aches with pain when I know I will never do that with you again. But what a powerful memory.!!!! It stayed with me this morning.
Paul soaring on Mt .Ste. Anne..
Dad (Jul 24, 2008)