Jeffrey Strawn died Sept. 27, 2009, in Fort Collins, after a courageous fight with a chronic illness. Originally from Tempe, Ariz., Jeff was an avid skier who loved nothing better than ravishing his powder stashes, gliding through the trees on Twilight or Closets, sucking up the bumps on Three O'clock and telling jokes on the chairlift. He loved waterskiing, particularly on those mornings when Stagecoach was like glass and he would slice rooster tails. He was a beautiful dancer who practiced moves in his kitchen and adored knocking 'em dead on the dance floor. He was a fiendish cribbage player, a kite flier, avid horseman and master craftsman. He is survived by his son, Ryan Strawn, of Denver, who he adored; his mother, Pat Strawn, of Green Valley, Ariz.; his father, Eli Strawn, of Honolulu, Hawaii; his brothers Greg Strawn, of Tempe, Ariz, and Dean Strawn, of Honolulu; and numerous nieces who loved their uncle Jeff. In remembrance, the next time you head down Twilight or Closets or Ted's Ridge, take a moment and think of Jeff and a life fully lived.