Really, a genuine and encouraging man.
“The Stanley I Dodson Rocky Mountain High” was what we called in his honor climbing a mountain and doing a headstand at the top. I’m comforted by the fact he’d find it fitting he died this way, doing what he liked in the place where he grew up and loved.
He was the real deal. Always one of those professors who had time for his students.
He didn’t make a big deal of himself. He preferred the essential things and he loved the outdoors and being with family and friends.
I remember one assignment where he had us calculate the proportion of passers-by wearing Earth Shoes (to teach us population sampling techniques).
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