Scott Charles Barbour, age 63, died at the University of Colorado Anshcutz, in Denver, Colo., on Saturday, Sept. 9, 2017.
Scott waited for nine years to receive a double lung transplant. He received a donor on July 14, his only son’s 21st birthday. He fought until there was nothing left to do. He was with his wife, son, and sister when the battle ended.
The man, the myth, the legend of “Barbour,” — “Scotty” — and affectionately “Babs” lives for any of us who spent time with him in the mines, mountains, and rivers of Michigan, Idaho, Montana, and Colorado to name only a few.
Scott loved his family, adored his only son, and was an unwavering friend to all he felt were “Good People.” He had no time for those who weren’t. He had an incredible work ethic. The job could be underground, helping a friend in need, or tackling enormous waves. Scott loved fishing, camping, and rafting with our river rat friends. He loved Jazz, Blues, Sports Hut Pork Chop sandwiches, Slap Your Mama (The spice, not your real mama), serious cherry pie, and again, his family. He was our director, and Elijah and I miss him deeply.
There will be a short, local tribute for Scott on Oct. 1, 2017, from noon until 2 p.m. at the Sports Hut in Columbus, Mont. There will be a larger celebration of his life in June for our river family and friends.