You can go home again but nobody said it would be easy. After 2 ½ months of visiting friends and family, being entertained, dining richly from Spokane WA’s Waddell’s Bar and Grill to Lynchburg VA’s Sweet Frog and let’s face it, a major case of bed hopping, I was more than ready to go home. On the way to the Spokane airport, Janet and I ate breakfast at the unique Cowboy Café in Davenport, WA. I’ll tell you about that in a future column. It is on Route #2 and definitely worth a stop. They have a small RV park and a motel as well.
Goodbyes are always tearful because I live way too far from my children but I was soon inside the terminal going through security. A plus, I have reached the age where I don’t have to take off my shoes. This highly touted “golden age” has at least one benefit. At a later time, I will tell you how I packed so I only had one small rolling suitcase. I decided to leave my cattle prods, axes, brass knuckles, and meat cleavers at home. While I could have put them into checked luggage, they could not be a part of my carry-on luggage. I duly carried all the products for personal ablutions in a gallon-sized plastic Ziploc bag and put them into my carry-on along with my small computer. No one asked me to remove either of them.
The regulations plainly state the size of carry-ons as one that will fit in the bin or under the seat. Some business people had huge bags, which by sight definitely would not fit. The cabin crew tagged them and put them in regular baggage at no charge. I purposely pack better and lighter to avoid paying baggage fees but is it fair to purposely bring on oversized baggage and then get them flown for free?
The flight to Denver was bumpy. I hadn’t been following the news that Colorado was under siege by rain. On arrival, the message board proclaimed my flight to Phoenix was delayed but it wasn’t because of Colorado’s weather. Our plane was coming in from NJ and it hadn’t been able to get off the ground because of the weather there. Well, I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck, after discovering that our flight was delayed from 6:45 p.m. to 10:10 p.m., I thought it best to call my two rides and tell them to postpone picking me up until the next morning. I have too often seen these scenarios stretched into many hours of waiting…and they did. We finally arrived at Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix around 2 a.m. I no longer consider it an adventure to sleep overnight in an airport but it was a necessity this time. Friends Bob and Sandy Wilson picked me up and after we had lunch, I arrived back at North Ranch in the early afternoon of Sep 13, I slept…, and I slept.
Still, when you think about it, over this 4-tier flight from AZ to VA to MI to WA and back to AZ, I was in and out of 15 airports, I experienced only two delays, and they were both at the end of a segment. It was wonderful to be back to the land of palm trees again. I am grateful for almost free United Airlines miles and extremely grateful being the recipient for all the love and attention. So, you can go home again, but don’t expect it to always be easy! God Bless until next week.
Winter in the Wilderness, the first e-book novel published by Minshall, is offered at most Internet book sites. A print edition may be obtained from Amazon, or you can order an autographed copy from the author at Box 1040, Congress, AZ for $7.95 plus $3.50 for postage and handling. The fourth edition of RVing Alaska and Canada is available through Amazon.com.
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.”