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Fast Max is my grandma Maxine’s nickname; she may have never broken the 4'11" threshold in her life, but she was known for her speed on the mountain, both while hiking and skiing. I might call him Baqui, but my grandfather’s proper name is Junior Bounous. However, Junior wasn’t his legal name until he was almost thirty years old. The youngest of a large Italian family, no one came up with a name at the time of his birth. His birth certificate officially read “Boy Bounous.” Baqui didn’t know that Junior was a nickname until his wedding, when he pulled out his birth certificate. Now, the name Junior Bounous is woven with folklore of Wasatch snow and deep powder skiing.

“Baqui, what’s your favorite wildflower?” I asked after regaining my breath.

“Favorite? Oh, I don’t know if I have a favorite,” he said in his slow voice.

My preteen self, in the habit of ranking favorites for everything, from ballpoint pens to polo shirts, didn’t accept that for an answer.

“Well, which one do you like more than the others?”