After retiring from ski instructor, at Purgatory with a life time ski pass he continued photography, and played the piano, daily. He took long walks with his doberman, his last one Red Rock. He began to archive his previous photographs of the modeling days, and made several prints, even had a show at a gallery in Durango, Open Shutter, where he would hang out on Saturdays and tell fantastic stories, of which were all true, yet hard to believe. He taught willing listeners the tricks to one trade or another of which he had a wealth of information, often more than most would know in any one subject much less so many. He remained true himself, and was as much the man he was in his youth, till the day he passed. Oddly in a sudden car crash, with his wife, and my other mother of 40+ years in the blink of an eye, the snap of a shutter. Gone but not forgotten, as he lives in all the pilots, the dream seekers, and adventurers.