The Planning This should have been easy, find a place with snow and a hill, get the equipment, ski. Should have been. Wasn't. I need to rewind the clock a few months. I lived in Iceland, on a small Air Force radar station lovingly called "Rockville." To call the place barren would have been kind; remote and barren and lonely and cold is better. Almost everyone stationed at "The Rock" was on a remote tour, that is, without family. I'd arrived on the island in July '76. Traditionally halfway through the year-long tour people took a month's leave and went someplace exciting...usually back to the states to visit family. I'd just gone through a bitter divorce and wasn't keen on going stateside. My best friend on the island was Robert (Rocky) Carter, a.k.a. Starsky, he'd arrived on station about the same time as I. He was also newly single. Sometime in October or November we began talking about where to go and what to do on our mid-tour leave...