I had forgotten about the Midwest dew factor so it took me a while to get packed the next morning. The Ohio River provided fog cover as I hunted for a place for breakfast. I finally saw a “bunch of good old boys” sitting at the picnic table outside a little café. A cute little 7th grader waited on me. She was active in 4-H and rattled on about all the animals that would be in their fair. While I was there she received a phone call from the vet saying her horse had a lame foot. Crushing news for this bouncy little girl.
The mother told me about the area and when they disappeared, the cook came in and wanted to know where I was from. I explained I owned a lot in an RV complex in AZ. “Oh,” he said, “a mobile home court.” I could just see him tacking “Trailer Trash” across my forehead. I didn’t try to change his mind by telling him about the beautiful stick homes, manufactured housing, or park models like mine in that complex. His mind had already placed me in a broken down 1930s trailer. Anyway, the hash browns, 2 eggs, toast with “homemade” strawberry jam and coffee were a bargain for $5.50. This trailer trash took her Grapes of Wrath and took off in a blaze of 1930s dust!
After crossing the Ohio River, I experienced a little road confusion. That wasn’t all bad because somewhere way out in the Boonies of Lostdom, I had to ask directions of this really cute guy who was shirtless, muscled, wearing a tool belt and very helpful. What? I’m 72 not dead!! I meandered from Ripley to Arnoldsburg, then south on Hwy #16 to wander aimlessly up and down the curlicue roads of WVA. West Virginia is a beautiful state and over many years of full-time RVing, I have criss-crossed it often. The narrow roads, old farms, dilapidated buildings, wandering mountain streams and tiny mining communities have such character. God Bless until next time.
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.”