Hey folks. I'm very sorry to need to share the news that Bjarke, aka Telepath, passed away a few days before Christmas. He died unexpectedly but peacefully in his sleep. The cause of his death is not yet know. He was 39 and left his wife and 3 sons.
HOP has shared some memories here. If you knew Bjarke, do feel free to share your reminiscences. Bjarke's family have asked to keep comments about his passing off social media - please respect this. And finally, I know this is TGR, but bear in mind his kids are likely to see this so keep it clean and good natured.
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Here are my memories:
A lot of maggots who were around in the Powder days will remember Bjarke. He was a ripping skier and one of the solidest people with whom to be in the mountains. Whatever he turned his hand to - competitive sprinting, skiing, work, or other stuff - he did with a super-human intensity of purpose. Knowing him was a privilege, and for me was one of the finest friendships to come out of these weird skiing message boards.
I originally met Bjarke through *ahem* Telemarktips and Descender. He soon persuaded me I should come and spend a few weeks of my university summer holiday at the summer ski field in Stryn - "get the bus [8 hours?] from Oslo, I'll meet you, you'll know me by my 'Fistful of Maggots' t-shirt, I'll find you a pass and a place to stay." I did, he did, I did, he did and he did. Good times followed including daylight turns, midnight turns, huge pendulum swings under road bridges, cliff jumping into fjords and other good, clean fun. It was the first time I met someone from the internet and I'm pretty sure I assumed everyone online was this cool in real life.
The following winter we found ourselves on opposite sides of the Col De Lautaret, him in Serre Chevalier, me in La Grave. The fun continued, including a lot more skiing, sauna poaching, occasional comical shifts in the hotel kitchen where he was washing dishes and regular hot tub poaching.
It easy to underestimate the amount Bjarke taught me. In many ways he was like a big brother in the mountains, always encouraging me to step it up, but meanwhile keeping my ass out of trouble. Amongst the things I learnt from him: Powdermag.com was way more fun that telemarktips; telemark is cool, but it's still stupid; telemark, and indeed all skiing, is more fun with big, stiff skis - the bigger and stiffer the better; it's cool to back off skiing something you have a bad feeling about; it's not cool to take stupid or unconsidered risks in the mountains; big turns, fast and flowing style is cool. Let's all agree not talk about the mullets.
I didn't realise it at the time, but as well as learning a huge amount about skiing from Bjarke, I also picked up an enormous amount from him about being a generally stand up person. Having principles and sticking to them, working for your goals and how to be a person of substance. A pretty great example that has stood me well.
Over the next few years we skied together plenty, including a while rooming in La Grave, but eventually our paths led in different directions, him to Norway, business school and a serious job, me to London. It was one of the unusual but excellent skiing friendships that endured, even when the biggest thing we had in common was mostly gone from both out lives; whenever I saw him (which was only every few years) it was always like no time had passed. Strange how you can know how much you'll miss you someone you latterly saw so rarely. :-/
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