Gary Gerth
I am Roger's brother, about 3 years younger than him. His life had many chapters,each pretty contrasting. First there was his conservative rural upbringing in farm life in eastern South Dakota, where we grew up and shared my best memories: when we each had our own horse and once he had to rescue me when I was pinned beneath my fallen mount. Then he was gone to a private academy high school and later college, where he started coming west to Idaho during summers and worked on a "Hot Shot" fire fighting crew which led to his 10 plus years involvement with the U.S. Forest Service Smoke jumpers in which he had over 150 jumps with only one injury. In the course of that time he made a great many interesting acquaintances in various areas in the West. Apparently his post-smoke jumper experience landed him for a time working with cargo drops in southeast Asia during the Viet Nam war. Then he emerged making his living like he started out: Only instead if horses in SD, it was driving a mule cart in the French Quarter of NO. During his many years working in the carpenter trades, he prided himself on an annual September trip alternating between the southwest and northern rockies in which he roughed it out camping in a tent for at least 20 years right up to the fall of 2008.