Recently, Affinity RV from Prescott and Dewey, brought two Class A Winnebagos, a small one and a large one, a new one and a used one, to North Ranch for most of a Saturday. They do this every year and it is a nice way for us to go through the models and see all the new changes or additions. I drooled! If the prospect of perusing RVs didn’t bring people out from their homes and the campground, the food did. As they always do, they fed us hotdogs.
Neighbors chatted with neighbors, RV details were cussed and discussed and wild adventure stories abounded. The two pleasant gentleman who brought the RVs answered questions, made sales…or not, and hopefully the trip was worth their time.
Anything can happen as you walk the aisles of Wal-Mart superstores. I parked my cart in position to go around a poorly positioned bin sticking out at the end of an otherwise empty aisle, to grab something and suddenly everybody in the store was trying to go through where there was room for only one cart. I quickly hurried over to rectify my error and move the cart. A woman walked up and said, “You are a bad shopper!” She was right. I shouldn’t have parked it where I did but I resented her making a big deal about it. I had already shopped for an hour and made allowances for people who were blocking the aisle, nearly running over me on corners, or any of a dozen other instances where a smile and a little patience was more in order than a confrontation. It was really annoying that she took it upon herself to be the “goddess of carts.” Oh well, I got over it. No wonder countries fight with each other when we can’t even get through a box store without arching our backs.
It is 110 miles round trip from North Ranch to Prescott (and nearly the same if I drive to Surprise for major supplies. By the time I drive up that very curlicue road and back, fill with gas, have lunch, and visit several stores with a long list in hand, I return with very little, if any, energy. On the west side of the Mississippi, there are many double and triple-bottom semi trucks on the Interstates. When I’m tired, I feel a whole lot like I think a triple-bottom truck must feel.
I hope you all had an exciting Valentine’s Day yesterday. God Bless until next week.
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.”