So much has happened in this past week that I’ll have to give you an overview first, and then fill you in over time. I arrived at my daughter’s in WA late yesterday and between getting caught up on all their family news, washing clothes, opening mail sent to her address, and dealing with problems that came with it, e-mail, and ”stuff” in general, by bedtime, I was exhausted!
It was my privilege Tuesday through Saturday last week to be part of a guided trip covering a major loop within Wyoming’s considerable scenery, friendly people, and business owners trying to let you all in on what they do. As time goes on, I’ll be writing articles and eventually columns, on what they do in Wyoming to feed, entertain, and encourage their visitors to enjoy the state. And if all this seems a bit vague, it is because it is 3 a.m. and I need to get this uploaded but all my information is in the Astro in their garage. To get it, would wake up the whole neighborhood! But you’ll get the whole picture eventually.
Once that trip was over, I began to make the usual circuitous route to my daughter’s house. Until a few hours before I hit their prairie town, I was surrounded by magnificent snow-covered, jagged-peaked mountains of various ranges. Yesss! I do love the mountains. Along the way, I stopped to visit my kayaking buddy, Art, with whom I have shared many happy memories over the RVing years but whom I had not seen or corresponded with for several years. Consequently, the hour or two I had planned to chat, turned into dinner, an overnight Astro stay in his yard at Kamiah, ID, breakfast, and almost non-stop reminiscing.
Our history includes a lot of laughter, brief periods of almost killing each other, and kayaking in Mexico, AZ, WA, WY, and British Columbia among other places I’ve probably forgotten. We continued our adventures in one of his two Porsche’s. He has a 1971 and a 1974. All the wiring was dangling under the dash (He’s still restoring it) but it took off much faster than a herd of turtles and before long we were flying along the mountainous countryside. I didn’t want to know how fast we were going so I didn’t pick up the speedometer off the floor and look at it! Then he took the top off and we REALLY felt like a couple of teenagers.
Just thought I’d let you in on a couple of these things just so you’ll know that life doesn’t stop when you hit your 70’s! God bless until next time.
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At 45, Widow Minshall began 20 years of solo full-time RVing throughout Alaska, Mexico, and Canada. Sharlene canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs, worked a dude ranch, visited Hudson Bay polar bears, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. She lectured at Life on Wheels, published six RV-related books and wrote a novel, “Winter in the Wilderness.”