There’s an old English proverb that says if March comes in like a roaring lion, it will go out like a gentle lamb, and if it comes in like a lamb, it will leave like a lion.
Archives for March 2007
Spinning wildly, the tires of my truck fought for traction on the iced driveway. The biggest snow in years had pretty well kept me off the roads for the week, and the constant freeze had glazed my steep driveway and most of the roads in the area. The hills of Astoria, Oregon, made any driving a challenge, but the steelhead had been on the bite before the big snow, and my cabin fever had overcome my common sense.
The much anticipated opening of Chambers Bay Golf Course near Tacoma, Washington, is almost a reality. After breaking ground in October 2005, this true links-style course is set for play to begin in June. Just as golf itself has a rich history, so too does this nearly 950-acre site, located in University Place along the shores of Puget Sound. Over the years, the area that comprises Chambers Creek Properties has served as a location for a paper mill, an industrial center, multiple lumber companies, a railroad center, gravel mine, bus barn, regional wastewater treatment plant, preservation and recreational area, and finally, a golf course.
(Columnist Sharlene Minshall wrote last year about her decision to buy a park model. This month she updates readers on her experience with her park model at the Arizona RV resort where she spends the winter.)
From time to time in RV Life, we call attention to books that we think might be of interest to RVers. Since nearly 200,000 books are published in the U.S. every year, there are plenty to choose from. Enter “RV books” in the search window at Amazon.com and you’ll get more than 800 choices. Go to RVbookstore.com, and you’ll find an equally astonishing array.
When we started retirement five years ago, we bought a motorhome and set out to find the perfect spot to spend the winter months away from the cold weather. Looking back, we realize we didn’t really have much of a clue about what we were doing. We randomly selected an RV park off the listings on the Internet and made reservations for the winter.
There isn’t a better way to contemplate the beauty of Lake Powell than to take a houseboat vacation. Watch as the high-desert sunlight mixes a rich natural palette into a stunning Navajo sandstone tapestry, transforming mammoth mesas, vermillion cliffs, narrow canyons and rugged mountains into a multi-colored panorama of incomparable grandeur above gleaming turquoise waters. This manmade oasis behind Glen Canyon Dam becomes ever more fascinating as flaming orange and red sunsets fade to dreamy night skies of bright stars and distant galaxies.
A prairie dog peeks out of its burrow. The sun beams from behind it, lighting golden, stubby hairs. Another prairie dog emerges from its burrow, sits straight up, barks with all its might, and tumbles backwards. The children roar. So do the adults. It’s another exciting day at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum.
Having grown up in Oakland, California, I trust I can be forgiven for wondering if I made a wrong turn in Sacramento when I reached the Oakland exit on Interstate 5 in Oregon. Yes, there really is an Oakland, Oregon, and it is not a large city with an inferiority complex as my old hometown was. It is, rather, an endearing microcosm of the settlement of the West, with stores and homes of that era still standing. The flood of escapees from California has bypassed Oakland, leaving it happily devoid of trophy mansions and massive shopping centers.