The first time I met Brandon was rock climbing in American Fork Canyon in June of 2007. We were with a group of friends, and I didn't get to talk to him much, but I do remember what I first thought of him; he was scary. Like hard core, long haired, bandana wearing adrenaline junkie scary. But he was really nice to help us out and let us use his gear. I ran into him a few times that summer, but was always too intimidated to talk to him; he was also dating someone at the time, so he was off limits. The next January, he and I ended up in the same ski instructor class at BYU. He and our friend Rob sat in the back of the classroom the first day, and didn't pay attention at all. They switched their names and confused the instructor just like the twelve year olds in Sunday school. I was not impressed...mostly. But I thought he was kind of cute. From then on the class took place at Sundance, and we drove up together every Friday. Those first few times that we hung out, I came to notice something in Brandon that is still one of my very favorite things about him today. He was so alive. There was energy and enthusiasm in everything he did, and everything he talked about; he teased me and joked with me and asked me questions. He also showed off pretty bad in that class, and it annoyed me. It especially annoyed me because I found it really attractive.
For the next two years, we were adventure buddies. Our group of friends biked, skied, climbed, and did all sorts of fun things together. I was always so excited when Brandon was going to be there, because he called me Big H and told me I was so hard core. He seemed to pay a lot of attention to me, but nothing ever happened, and I felt like it was just a big, hopeless crush.