My son, Bernard, found his calling as a child, then his home away from Vermont, at Mammoth. His spirit, and the spirit of the Sierra Nevada Mountains were one. His attitude, altitude. He met kindred spirits. Together, they soared. Then, an amazing thing happened. He met Amber and they created Alexander. Way leads onto way. Spirit speaks of the eternal, the oneness that embraces us all. Memory honors spirit and cushions us agains grief. This beautiful act keeps Bernard's memory alive.