Pepi was a total boss
When I got to Vail in ’68, I worked at Gorsuch upstairs with some other newbies. One spring day Pepi was on his roof, across Bridge Street, pounding away on a foot-plus thick ice cornice hanging out into mid-air, which he was also standing on. We hollered and waved, because he couldn’t see what we could. He just smiled and waved and attacked with greater fervor. We all kept watching, transfixed and mesmerized, waiting for the ultimate moment.
It finally let go and Pepi stepped back just in time, smiling and victorious!
We all cheered and gave him a round of applause. The boss doing a job that he enjoyed more than his crew would — and surviving victorious.