Ron wanted his ashes spread in the mountains above Strawberry where he camped and picked wild red blackberries.
After looking at the berry patch I decided on the perfect spot where he always camped. A stump that later I noticed looked just like a chair with young scrub oaks protecting it on all sides. We had put together a time box to be buried with the ashes. I pounded into the ground a long pipe to help recognize the location, planted the box and put a rock over it. And, put his plaque into the ground down low. Although later I thought he might enjoy the bullet holes that probably would happen in years to come if it had been high in the air. :)
All the prep had been done and I kept hearing as the wind rose Let Me Fly and I did. Of course ashes fell to the ground but many flew thru the air, covering where he had camped, where he had hiked and picked berries. He was and is at peace.
I got the coordinates so that in the future we all have a place to go and visit, although he is not really at one place....he is flying.
