Todd

Shane, I idolized you in almost every way possible, ever since seeing that first video of you rippin' down some indiscriminate mountain in alaska. I remember you in person and on screen as a guy who didn't really let anything change you for the worse, and always for the better. I remember coming up to you various times in Wildflour with my friends telling you how I "can't believe you're pro, I'm so much better than you!" And you laughing and telling me that that was another 50 GNAR points on the list. You pushed me to push myself in ways I never thought possible, and you taught me to grab life by the horns and hang on for the ride, while keeping a smile on my face at the same time. I'm sure I'm not the only one saying this Shane, but I will always carry your easy going smile and your alter-ego, Saucerboy, in my heart. I hope that wherever you are now, may it be on earth, or that big mountain in the sky, that you're having fun with the endless BASE jumps and Pow runs. You can be sure that I'll be shredding one for you the next chance I get. I send my dearest condolences to your wife and your daughter.

--Todd