Rodney was, among other things, a Mountain Man, and his wishes were for his ashes to be spread at some of his favorite places in the mountains.
A gun collector, knife maker, and history buff, Rodney enjoyed going to Mountain Man Rendevous. He had the outfit. He had a great knowledge of American Indian culture, such as making a sweat lodge. His spirituality included a connection with red hawks. Back in the 70s, when the TV series Centennial was filmed around here, Rodney was an extra, playing an Indian riding a horse bareback. Movie star!
Rodney enjoyed countless camping trips, ranging from sleeping under the stars in a bedroll to traveling in a Mercedes RV with his devoted wife, Debra.
Debra is a New York Times Best Selling author, who wrote about Rodney as an example of exhibiting genuine cowboy values. He used to manage a ranch at a remote location, staying in a primitive cabin during the winter, taking care of the livestock. You could depend on Rodney. So could our nation. He served in the military.
Rodney encouraged me to join the Single Action Shooting Society, found the kind of rifle I needed, and told me about the Hell on Wheels competition in Cheyenne. He even suggested that my wife join SASS as well, using her alias, Miss Sugar. She did.
Debra and Rodney regularly made trips to Santa Fe, relishing in the SouthWest culture there. Sugar and I went with them a couple times. Rodney knew a lot about Santa Fe, so we got much more out of the trips than if we’d gone alone. They built a beautiful Santa Fe style home in the hills above Fort Collins, decorated like a gallery of Western art and artifacts. There, in the place he loved, with the woman he loved, he died.
Adios, amigo. Happy trails to you, until we meet again.