Van is fixed! Heading for Estes, then RM National Park to camp. Yay!!! Thank you Charlie K. for your help and your company, and for introducing us to your amazing GF. Please tell Erin thank you for her hospitality and the cbd topical oil!!! — Lauren
So that just happened. Dad and I left the interstate for US 30, the nation's first coast to coast highway, which his grandfather helped to build. I saw a cool rusted train stop, so hurriedly pulled over under an overpass. As I walked back toward my desired shot, I noticed a giant swirl, a cacophony… Continue reading Jacob
We planned to travel by highway, driving the self-contained camper I bought in 2012 to travel with Diane. Our Roadtrek camper is a 19-foot conversion van. It contains two narrow beds eighteen inches apart, on opposite sides at the back. It has a generator, small refrigerator, propane stove, microwave, hot and cold running water, a… Continue reading How we started
Almost finished with the basic preparations. Tomorrow I will take the camper to the Dodge dealer, and have them check the brakes and a rattle that I don't like to hear. Today I finished replacing the battery inside the coach; it powers the interior lights, pump, and so forth. After this, just a matter of… Continue reading Getting Ready
We leave in nine days. I have some anxiety setting in. I have been running from my emotions since my mothers death. My time is almost entirely spent preoccupied. I've realized I will be forced to sit quietly with thoughts and feelings I have shoved down quite deeply. I anticipate a moment at the grand… Continue reading Primal Scream
Some good news for us, not necessarily for Californians. The snowpack in the Mount Whitney area is less than 15% of average. That means the trail should be clear of snow as far as we want to go.
While Diane was alive, I kept myself in good physical condition for two reasons. First, I knew I would have to be in good health to give her the care she would need. I had gradually assumed more and more of the role of caregiver as her health problems multiplied, starting with autoimmune disease in… Continue reading A new stage in life
We conceived this trip as a twofold purpose: One, to take Diane's ashes back to the place where she and I met more than 50 years ago, to complete a sacred circle. Two, to undertake a journey of discovery, a pilgimage, prefatory to beginning new lives in the future in which we have been thrust… Continue reading The journey
I thought about the last words Diane wrote to me, when I went on a solo trip to Vermont in July, 2017. She wrote on a birthday card for me, in her shaky hand, "Ron, I love you. Thank you forever. I hope you are in good condition. And come home to me soon." Then… Continue reading Diane’s words
Well, that's a long story. I hope to bring it to you in a way you'll enjoy. The impetus for this blog began in 2018, when my wife Diane left this world after a prolonged struggle with vascular dementia and Alzheimer's disease. I cared for her at home full-time for the last six years of… Continue reading Who Am I? What is This All About?
— by Diane March 18, 2008 I was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota on October 11, 1939. Years later, I found my parents marriage license which had the year of their marriage as November 1939 but it was scratched out and over written with the year 1938. So my mother was an unmarried woman when she… Continue reading As Darkness Falls
— by Diane It was a time when we each believed ourselves to be exactly what we then were. He, more accomplished than I: having served in the army, parachuting out of airplanes, ex-high school football player, GI Bill college student, tall, maybe good looking, looking, lonely and horny-for the right girl-looking. Me: more worldly,verbal… Continue reading Who We Were
— by Diane My mother got pregnant with me after the death of her mother, three months before. The relationship between my father and my mother was probably based on my father's strong sexual attraction to my mother, and by her need to fill the empty space in her life when her mother, the last… Continue reading My Beginning