Milluer Coulier

Was just telling a friend about a ski trip with a bunch of great friends. We stayed on a boat in Tahoe (turns out to be really cold on boats in Tahoe in January). Ryan was the rampaging skier in a pack of snow boarders the whole time. He was such a charger, not graceful really, but totally charging. Hitting rails, dropping cliffs and launching every jumps. I remember a couple things from the trip. It was the one and only time that I saw Ryan’s unshakable positivity shaken.

I don’t even remember the exact circumstances, I just remember him getting frustrated at something and actually letting it out. In the five years I knew him it was the only time I had ever seen him frustrated or angry. Positivity was his nature and his philosophy. It was good to know that he was human and that his positivity was not a mask. Being happy is great, acting happy when your not is problematic.

On that trip we were all calling each other by our fake season-pass names (thats a whole other story) and Ryan’s was Milluer Coulier. A lot of us kept calling him that for the next couple years.