I don’t take my freedoms lightly. I was free to get up at 2 a.m., be picked up by the very competent Wickenburg Airport Express driver at my very North Ranch door, and be deposited at Phoenix International Airport for a 6 a.m. flight to Roanoke, VA via Chicago, IL. A new wrinkle was added to the usual taking off of shoes, jackets, and x-rated scanning. Since my flight in mid April, they now wanted me to display, outside my luggage that was going through its own scanning, my cosmetic bag with all the under three ounce containers of necessities.
United we fly, however tight to the next seat, however I can jam my carry-on under the seat where my feet should fit so I don’t have to pay the $35 baggage fee, and however late we arrive, in this case, a smidgeon over an hour. I remember these annoyances are also my freedoms…and privileges. Only one generation away, my parents never flew in an airplane. They were free to fly, but it never occurred to them to fly where they could drive and going beyond the big waters to visit unknown lands was far beyond their dreams.
This freedom and privilege to fly took me to the arms of my youngest daughter for two weeks of loving hugs, chances to visit and lose games with my tall grandson, and lots of lovin’ from their Golden Retriever, Rex.
It was absolutely amazing how delicious food appeared at each meal that I didn’t cook or buy the food for. The weather had cooled and the humidity was down somewhat the first week I was there but the second week it hit with a vengeance. They live on a tree-surrounded mountaintop and whenever you come in from outdoors, you check your body for tiny ticks. Suddenly I remembered that I hate swarms of gnats.
I’ll tell you more about visiting Virginia next time but in the meantime, enjoy all your many freedoms and Happy Fourth of July.
The top photo taken from the plane, is one of the smoke plumes from the Arizona fires. And don’t you love this van picture my friend, Sue Hahn, took while we were visiting in Floyd, VA. God Bless until next week.
Minshall’s RVing Alaska and Canada (A “How to” and “Why not” book) is available thru Amazon.
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.”