For those of you interested Only in TRAVEL, I (Jack) wrote the blog between March 2010 and October 2010 during our travels west. We saw the most beautiful places and had the best time in our big truck and little trailer. See Blog Archive below.

Jul 28, 2012

Today is Your Birthday

Can it be eight birthdays that have passed? I spend my hours with memories of you. I'm glad you didn't have to grow old alone, though I suspect you might have faired better--you would have had that new motorhome and traveled. You probably would have taken the grandkids with you, and traveled with John, Lisa and Michael and their girls, and Susan. At least, that's what I hope you would have done.  I wish, too, that you had had the opportunity to meet Laura. The two of you would have gotten along so well. As time passes, grief changes. I don't cry every hour on the hour, anymore, but you are still the driving force in my life. And, when I write of you, the tears do come. When there's a crisis in life, I ask, "What would Rich have done? I wish he were here." I remember our kids as they grew, your pups, and your general love of life. I remember your kindness, and how I never knew of a person who didn't like you, including your wife and children.

I have all the diaries and so many photos and hours of video from our years, together. Not only traveling, but of the kids growing up and the grand kids coming. I sure wish blogs had been available when you were here. I've "met" many virtual bloggers (wonderful people) and I'm glad they are able to live their dreams, but so wish we could have continued ours and lived our golden years together. They aren't so golden without you.

Remember how we laughed at the sign about the walk-through, and the sign about shooting at Kerr Dam not to mention the mountain lion warning after I was out of sight. Crazy Horse Dam,  Zion, Bryce, Arches, Deadhorse, Canyon Lands, Hebo which took us out west to begin with. Chama and Silverton, and what a blast going to Polebridge and bear grass. Ghost towns and old cemeteries and sculptures made from junk metal. The beautiful paintings on the silos in Grey Bull--they have disassembled them, you know, but I was glad to read that they were preserved because the artist was smart enough to paint them in sections and number them so they could be reassembled. The prison and car museum in Deer Lodge, getting stuck on 50 in Nevada. The great car show in Durango, bicycle races up to Silverton. Telluride and the powerhouse. Flathead Lake. Hong Kong Harry. Whitefish and Kalispell. Livingston and the lady with the sandwiches. Walks in the evenings. Anchovies clogging Brookings Harbor. Crabs and seals. The mighty Columbia River and the Truckee. The unexpected detour to beautiful Idaho. Who knew? Central and northern all the way to Coeur d'Alene, the sculpture of five little girls (our grandchildren). Remember the red Jeep way up on the bluff in Stanley and how we worried that development was coming. It didn't. The bluff is still untouched. The town has grown--it was 69 population when we were last there and has grown to 100.

The year I was working in the office and you said at lunch time, "C'mon, let's go get a hamburger." Up the stairs Lizzie and I bounded ready for a break and you directed me to the motorhome. I had had one in a little cafe' the year before and always (still say) it was the best burger I ever had. The hamburger was in Big Fork, Montana! You had secretly done all the packing. You ran downstairs and forwarded the phones to the cell, and I grabbed my laptop. Off we went! Whoo Hoo!

Hunting for internet cafes, dial up from campground offices (wifi, who heard of wifi in the early days?), carrying on business certainly not as usual, but carrying on never-the-less. A devoted teacher who taught Indian Children. Remember all the books you gave her? Was like you gave her a million dollars. Bribing a librarian to allow me to plug in the computer for internet access. Susan sending overnight fedex packages to campgrounds, and returning calls to people who had no idea we were on the road thousands of miles from Georgia. Oh, we surely pulled one off, didn't we. What a team we were!

Letting the pups swim in all the lakes and streams we could find. The peaceful places we camped. Dancing on a rock above Icicle River, and how we missed Joanie and Bruce when they passed. We had such a good time with them in Leavenworth.

Betting who would spot Devil's Tower first (you won-I won't discuss the prize), Taos, Santa Fe, Angel Fire and the DAV Memorial, The Enchanted Circle, Tillamook Hangar and ICE CREAM. Rapid City's unexpected adventure, Crazy Horse, Custer, Rushmore. Vancouver Island, the dangerous journey up Mt. Ranier. Silverton, Ouray, and the backcountry. An ice cream cone wherever you could bribe me into getting it--Choteau comes to mind. Our little green truck--our first toad. Jack and Lizzie and their antics. The young couple we caught with the camera as he proposed to her--the invitation to their wedding. The senior salmon dinner!

The coast of Oregon and how you laughed at my fascination with Tsunamis. Light houses big and small. Busy coastal towns, ghost towns and old western towns. Blue skies, green forests, gold fields and wild flowers. Crater Lake, short shoes and hikes which have nothing to do with one another, but I know you'd laugh at the mere mention of them.

Our tent, our pop-up, our first motorhome, second motorhome, our third--and the fourth that we were supposed to pick up for our last trip that didn't happen. I remember saying, pretty soon you'll be able to stay in the driveway and be in Colorado at the same time.

The dams, the bridges, the boats, the dorymen, the rivers, the streams, the lakes, the waterfalls, the redwoods, the Pacific. Redrock, snow, rain, the coast, Timpanagos Caves, Sheba, fancy smancy resort on the coast. Getting lost trying to find Ship Rock, staying five minutes at the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Tetons, Rockies, and my favorites, The Sawtooths, your favorite, Glacier. Bears, bison, elk, deer, and bumps in the night. What? Pelicans in Montana?? Our Christmas in the Keys and our trips to Charleston and every state park in Georgia as we worked.

Whale watching, ferries, and the coolness of the ocean. Afternoons watching cowboys herding cattle or sheep. Harris Beach, the first Oregon Coast State Park we stayed in. Singing as we rode from destination to destination. Tahoe and Ponderosa. Time spent with your sister in Reno.

Haven't scratched the surface. Just typed what jumped into my head--when I went back you were in all the familiar places, and we were always laughing. Have hundreds and hundreds of photos yet to  scan, but I grabbed a handful in no order because we never did anything in order or as planned. Why change, now? :) Thank goodness for scanners.

Yes, we laughed while raising our children, while running our business, and during leisure time and travel. It was your gift to radiate happiness and your dry sense of humor wherever you were or in whatever situation we were in. How Rich you made our lives.

The kids speak of you with reverence. And well they should--no better Dad ever lived. No better husband ever lived. Maybe we paid for that privilege by losing you too early. Nothing can take our memories, though. Nothing.


  1. It's great to have all those wonderful memories to cherish, but I know that the pain of loss still comes back on a regular basis. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Hard on us who are left here, though. Thanks for sharing some of your cherished memories, and hugs to you today.

  2. great to have all those memories!..cherish them..hugs to you!

  3. This is a beautiful tribute to a man who was clearly loved in a way few people are lucky enough to be.

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  5. I would hope that if I died before Jim that he would be able to write such a tribute about me. This is so beautiful. I'm sure it is so very very hard but I agree with Russ - I would rather have loved Jim for a few years than to never have had him in my life. Hugs sent your way.

  6. Oh my goodness...TEARS!!! What a beautiful tribute and how wonderful that you have so many great memories. And what an inspiration for us to get out there and make more memories while we still can. We never know what lies ahead and I think that is a good thing. I cannot even imagine life without Russ. Your love for each other comes through loud and clear and you put it into such beautiful words. I wish we had known Rich. I am sure we would have loved him. {{HUGS}}

  7. Great memories. I am glad you have them! (very important)

  8. What beautiful memories you have.
    We had plans like that. But ours didn't quite make it. Cherish them always.
    I wish I could be there for you today. But know I am thinking of you.

  9. Life in the beginning is a mystery that we try to figure out by ourselves as individuals. Then one day that certain person catches your eye and from that moment on everything just melds together into inseperatable bliss. You make a life together, explore the world and become one raising a family.

    Then life plays a cruel twist of fate and leaves many lives shattered. The one who is left to bear the pain will think that it was they who died because the pain is so great. They say time heals all wounds but they are wrong. What life does teach us is that there is an unknown reason for everything that has passed.

    Life holds more in store for you. Just remember that Rich would want you to carry on as life is too important to not be lived. You will never in this lifetime find another like him but it is now time for you to share his love with others.

    Harry Dobson April 17,1997

    Arlene Rousseau October 9, 1997

    Richard and Kathy Rousseau Married June 30, 2001

  10. Thank you for all your kind words. I wrote this to Rich so that my Grandchildren would know what a wonderful man their "Poppie" was. He had a great influence on them, and still has.

  11. I am behind on my blog reading, but so glad a I saved this one. A wonderful recap of a life's book which was shut too soon. I could just see your smiles through your tears as you recounted so many happy times together. I hope you had a chance to elaborate these highlights with your grandkids. Thanks for sharing with all of us. Hope to meet you down the road someday.
    -- CoolJudy

  12. Judy, an email came through saying you had visited. Thank you--I only touched the surface--Rich was my world.

    I want you to know that I'll never forget how you helped me navigate by finding me a place to camp, the best way to pick my daughter up and travel to California and back up to Oregon--even researching to get a pet friendly hotel to stay in in California. When I took my trip alone out west I didn't really plan anything because I have a problem that I can't explain here. I was panicked because not having ever been in CA before, I was going around in circles. You were a life saver, and my daughter still talks about our trip up the coast.

    I follow you and Luke and many other RV blogger couples that are enjoying the good life, and I'm so glad to have found all of you. Wishing you all the best.


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