The winner of the bands contest won’t be announced for a couple of weeks but I went down to hear them. A young fellow was off by himself playing a guitar and I asked, “How come you aren’t up there?” He said he would be shortly. Now he didn’t look like no band to me but who am I to question. He was the only single player scheduled and he was obviously nervous because he asked me if I would listen to a couple of songs and give me an opinion and I did. What he didn’t know was that my knowledge of his type of music was right up there with my knowledge of cooking. I told him to just play with his heart and he did.
Friend Chris and I drove up to Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park. You have to choose your days wisely because it is usually foggy. Sunday it was clear as a bell out over the Strait of San Juan de Fuca. Nice for hiking and viewing.
The Saturday market here in the neighborhood was colorful. We had sausage sandwiches, sharing a table with a lady visiting from Kentucky. The music was lively. The fellow played his dulcimer like it was a guitar. He could make it sing and his feet dance, a nice combination.
I apologize for the lack of pictures last week. It is no secret that I am not 21 and teething on computer technology. Time will tell if the problem I was having is solved so I can upload photos this week. With that, I will say so long and 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.”