November 2, 1955 – July 21, 2023
Alan Dale Duncan (67) was born at midnight Nov 2nd, 1955 to Solange and Glenn, the 2nd of 2 boys born to them when Solange and her 2 older sons immigrated to the US with Glenn after WWII. Alan was preceded in death by his parents and middle brothers George and Phil and is survived by his wife Vickie; oldest brother Roger; children Mary, Patrick, Ivy, and Shannon; and grandchildren Adam, Lydia, Zachary, Aaron, Katarina, and Andy.
Alan liked to say that he’d been ADD his whole life as exemplified by his love of the outdoors and his inability to sit still in school. Alan grew up in the Denver area when it was still surrounded by farm and woodland and would often be gone fishing for hours as a kid.
After graduating highschool Alan’s parents dropped him off in the Roaring Fork Valley to do some fishing where he failed at becoming a bum and living under the bridge, instead starting Alan Duncan Roofing Company and building a legacy now carried on by his son Patrick.
Alan and his then wife Trish had 3 children in Silt, when Silt still had dirt roads, and as a young family summer vacations were spent fishing and camping in the Colorado wilderness, and once discovered “ancient Indian” artifacts during a family trip to Lake Powell.
Alan loved dogs and always had one or two by his side. His beloved dog Woody was his first but not his last and Scooby stayed by his side to the very end.
Alan loved games and pranks, and was the life of the party at the “Rope”, the Eagles, the Silt Bar, and others.
Alan met his wife Vickie in 1999 just before the death of his mother and was always glad he’d gotten a chance to introduce them. Alan and Vickie married in 2000 at a favorite fishing spot, Rifle Gap.
Later in life Alan turned an old shed on his hunting property in Parachute into a cabin where he spent significant time living off-the-grid with solar electricity, a trough for a tub, and a kitchen sourced from an old RV.
Alan would want you to know that he was right, or at least that he wasn’t wrong.
Adam, Alan’s grandchild by his oldest daughter Mary, shared this favorite memory of his grandpa:
I always loved going on camping trips with him. He’d always have something fun to do and made those trips really cool. I remember one time I heard a rattlesnake while going to a camping spot and he and Pat went to look for it. He stepped directly onto a pile of wood that the rattlesnake was hiding in and kinda laughed about it. After he and Pat killed that snake we ate it and he dried the skin and gave it to me and I still have it.
Lydia, Alan’s grandchild by his youngest daughter Ivy, shared this favorite memory of her grandpa:
Grandpa always had a little pile of something for me and my mom when we went to visit him at his cabin in Parachute. It would range from coins from his collection or jerky he’d make. Sometimes his jerky was way too salty but maybe he was just losing his taste, we always took it anyways. The last time I visited him he gave me many coins and a gun. He showed me gold he panned when he was a lot younger and some silver bars. He gave me a bow and many arrows for it, including a case, and offered to help teach me. He was always so kind to everyone, not just me. He was always giving a little something to people, although he’d always try to take something back.