Robert Kaplan

To know my dad was to know someone who was insanely positive, all the time. During the occasional ski trip that coincided with rough weather, with snow painfully pelting our frozen faces, my dad would ski up to us with the hugest smile on his face, icicles forming on his mustache, and say “isn’t this GREAT?!” There was nothing that was going to stop him from enjoying a trip he had planned. As we got older, we learned we could that crazy lunatic ski in blizzards alone, opting instead for the comfort of the lodge or motel hot tub. Read More