Ever the traveler, Richard Dunn embarked on his final journey, departing his Santa Cruz home on July 10, 2008 as family and friends bid him a fond hasta luego.  Dick's 78 years were packed with adventure, learning, love, and unbounded joy.

Dick was born in San Franciso on April 24, 1930 to Richard and Marian McCord Dunn, and grew up in Pasadena.  The family spent summers at Stinson Beach and Russian River, keeping the Bay Area ties strong.  Dick enrolled at UC Berkeley, though his studies there were interrupted when he enlisted in the Army, serving in Japan during the Korean Conflict.  Upon his discharge, Dick returned to Cal and earned his BA in the History of Latin American Culture.

Besides gaining many lifelong friends at Berkeley, Dick also met Sally Stewart, his beautiful first wife and loving mother of their seven children.  They married in 1955, first settling in Walnut Creek.  They also lived in Mexico and Santa Cruz before permanently establishing themselves in San Rafael.  Dick and Sally spent the rest of their 44 years together there until Sally's death in 1999.

Dick had an inquiring mind and a strong work ethic, which led him into a number of diverse endeavors.  His great love of cooking led him to Trader Vic's in the City, where he was captain of waiters under "Bumps" Bauldauf.  His independent spirit found its most satisfying fit, though, when he began RD Enterprises, his building supply company that he ran as a one-man band for 18 years.  He derived great satisfaction from working long hours, serving his customers well, and being responsible for his own efforts.

Sports were a main event for Dick his entire life; he was an athlete's son, an athlete himself, a father of athletes, and an enthusiastic fan (Go Bears!) throughout the years.  Dick especially loved rugby, swimming, track, college football, and boxing.  He was his children's Number One cheerleader, as well as lunch-maker and driver, as they excelled in swimming, softball, and basketball.

Dick's zest for travel led him on many journeys, including a round-the-world venture that included stops in Cottesloe, Australia, his beloved father's birthplace, and Belfast, Ireland.  His fluency in Spanish eased him through Northern Spain, Mexico, and Argentina, and he tasted his way through many European venues as well.  Exploration closer to home always beckoned, especially meandering jaunts along the back roads of the West.  Dick referenced stacks of maps but navigated beautifully on his own.  Whenever possible, this gregarious man went out of his way to visit his many friends along his travel routes.

After Sally died, Dick opted to sell the family home and move to Tonopah, Nevada, where he thrived in the quietude of the rugged high desert.  He used his time there remodeling, landscaping, pursuing his devotion to reading, and planning his next trip to wherever.  Tonopah clicked for Dick and forever claimed a piece of his heart.  It was in Tonopah that Dick and Marty Mee Pingree, family friends for nearly forty years, unexpectedly yet most serendipitously fell in love.  After a six-year courtship, Dick and his "Martha" married nearly two years ago.  Their delight in each other was rich, their time together full and lively and much too short.

Dick is survived by Marty; his children Maile, Joe (Marie), Meghan (Paul), Rob (Maureen), Jean (Rich), and Tom (Fran); his grandchildren Meghan, Ben, Sarah, Kelly, Jenna, Sebastian, Neville, Kieran, Tyler, and Danny; his sisters, Nevill McInerny and Terry Woods; numerous nieces and nephews; and his stepsons, Ryan and Connor Pingree, and their families.  His son Michael predeceased him.

Que te vaya bien, Ricardo