Tracy "Creek" Lowe

Tracy A. Lowe (aka Creek Lowe, aka, Tracy Quinn) age 65 died at home in Colorado Springs after a year and a half battle with cancer. He is survived by his wife, Gezelle Lowe, his daughter Tracy Quinn, Jr., son Matty Quinn, daughter Dakota Quinn, daughter Taryn Knowles, and daughter Sylvar Quinn.

Tracy was one of a kind. Probably a good thing. The world could not have handled more than one of Tracy.

He had a larger than life personality and a brain to match. He lived life to it's fullest. He broke bones, got knifed and shot, but still picked himself up and kept on living on the edge.

As a teen he ran to the mountains to find peace. He knew the mountains well, hunted, fished and survived and thrived in nature. In his post teen years, he lived the “dream” of “Drugs, Sex, Rock n Roll” as a drummer for Sweet Evil. After 19 months on the road, he decided to take a new path. He became a paramedic. Then a firefighter and finally a police officer. He missed being a policeman most of all. He said he really wanted to join the U.S. Marshall's , but it required a degree. He said he tried to join Mosad, but didn't speak Hebrew. It didn't stop him from continuing to try.

In his teen years he raced dirt bikes and cars. His driving skills came in handy years later as the “Bad Guy” in the practice police chases. As in his lifestyle, he drove like there were no rules but his. It is a good thing he chose the right side of the law to pursue.

He earned his third degree blackbelt in Taekwondo and won several national championships.

He never stopped pursuing his music either. When he met GG in June 2011, he told her he was a drummer, but owned no drums. He did have six guitars. GG was confused. He probably didn't want to admit to being a “musician”, a more expensive proposition. He never stopped having the dream of getting a Grammy. Right up to the end, he had arranged to get the new Flying Lowe band recorded, just a month away. He was very much the dreamer. He was still pursuing racing as well. He was working on his Corvette and other vehicles. In the last few years he really enjoyed being a tour guide for Adventures Out West sharing his personal history in the area.

He had a big heart. He was Linked-In before Linked-In existed. He linked people to people. Many times he gave money to those in need or cookies to kids in want even when he had little to share. He was haunted by those he couldn't save in his careers.

He wasn't perfect by any means. But he made up for his faults with his overwhelming enthusiasm for life, his kindness to strangers and his big smile.

May he rest in peace after such a hard journey in life.