Bob Woodward is a long time friend of mine and many others in the Outdoor Industry. He started in computer sales, migrated to the Outdoor Industry by working with Sierra Designs in its very early stages, consulted for some of the best brands in Ski and Outdoor, founded SNEWS, and has written for some of the best publications in any business, Sports Illustrated and The New York Times to name two. He has been a voice of truth, ethics, outrage and humor…a key personality in the growth of our industry. I got this email from him on the eve of his 70th birthday. It shows his humor and wit.
Dear Friends:
Tomorrow (Oct 29) I will turn 70. Amazing, I never thought I’d make it based on exploits during my late twenties and early thirties, not to mention the previous decades, but I did and am happy for it. When it came time to plan for the big day, I immediately thought of throwing a huge party. Then it dawned on me that knowing so many people and throwing a shindig with good music, booze, eats and all manner of fun for them would be a budget buster. So I thought about inviting all my close male friends to a special dinner, one right out of a Dickens novel with a feast featuring a standing rib roast, hearty red wines, lots of sweets plus brandy and cigars to top off the evening. Unfortunately, I don’t think I could handle all the rich food much less the cigars. So, I’ve decided to ease into my septuagenarian years with a low-fat, no cholesterol, bland dinner and some really good red wine. And with a glass of wine in hand I will raise it in a toast of thanks to you for your friendship. Together we have done a great many things and having you as a friend and part of my life has been most rewarding. So Cheers to you and all my best for the coming years. And speaking of them, if I get to eighty, I promise a big bash.
Best Woody
PS: A favor. If I exit this mortal coil before the 80 mark, spare me one of those sappy memorial services I seem to attend too often these days. What I’d like is a first class roast where I get slagged heavily while everyone enjoys good booze, fattening food and memorable music.
I first met Woody in 1986. He showed up at Kirwin Productions wearing yellow glasses. (I believe he has his brown trout glasses on in the above picture.) Woody was acting as a consultant on the Salomon nordic ski video shoot. (In those days you had to get the kick n’ glide just right and the maestro was there to work with the athletes to get them to glide like “Sven, the Nordic God.”)
With those glasses, that smile, and his enthusiasm he had everyone in the palm of his hand within a couple of minutes. To say that he was “disruptive” would be a wild understatement. But, nobody cared. After the shoot, our director was happy, the athletes had glided like Sven (some, on occasion forgetting to kick), and we were deep into beers by six.
Over the years, we have had many adventures, both in business and the outdoors.
I have stories, but I assure you, other old friends have better ones.
So, Happy Birthday Woody. Photographer. Writer. Thinker. Thespian. Director. Outdoor Athlete. Jazz Man. Mentor. Good Friend.
I look forward to your 80th bash.

