Jim Courtemanche ” Canadian, Californian, Caribbean cowboy born in 1946 in Winsor, Canada ” embraced his interests with passion and keen intellect. He was an accomplished outdoorsman, hunting and fishing with the best of them. He could run your legs off, knew about creatures all around and believed that big birds flying over brought luck and magic.
He dove wrecks in Tahoe and in the Caribbean, sailed with loved friends over warm waters, motored with Saudi princes, was a ship’s first mate, carpenter and swam with the manatees.
He troubleshot the electrical in countless Tahoe cabins and helped build three custom homes in the area.
He first volunteered and then ran Focus, the local drug abuse center, for several years. As with everything, he did this with passion, skill and grace.
He galloped along ocean shores and through sagebrush of the high desert, embracing horses as he did everything else.
Jim crewed on racing boats in San Francisco Bay, and fished off his own on Tahoe’s blue water.
His was a wicked wit. He was wonderfully funny when he was on. He was irreverent, and sad, and sore, and haunted. But he conquered some of his demons recently and had begun to dream again, buoyed up in part by a re-acquaintance with matters of faith and the spirit.
He loved Waylon and Willie and Emmy Lou. And he loved many friends, young and old, with passion.
He could beat you to the finest treasures a swap meet offered, and then placed them around his much-loved gardens, overflowing his home on Bristlecone. He made you mad, glad, joyous and sad. And if you were to protest his leaving us all, he would capture you with those blue eyes and say, “No worries, Darlin.'”
To all his friends and family, his memorial service is tentatively set for the 19th of July at 10:30 a.m. at Science of Mind Church, Lake Forest. For information, call Shari at 581-2868 or e-mail email@example.com.