This Thursday is National Arbor Day so it seemed only natural to write this blog about my expertise in plants and trees. So having done that, I’ll at least refer to the picture below about God’s expertise with same. On the last Sunday before I flew to WA, I drove up the winding mountain road to Yarnell and spring was in full bloom tucked within the rocks. The bright yellow flowers looked every bit like they were arranged in bouquets. Now most people would call them weeds but my Landscape Architect daughter reminds me that flowers are only weeds if they are growing where you don’t want them and indeed, these looked very much like they belonged there.Spring Bouquets
But Washington had something else growing on their mountainside, wind turbines. They appear in mass profusion along Highway 90 near the Columbia River. I have always been fascinated by these amazing huge wind power machines. I took another picture through the windshield to show their abundance here as well, as I have seen them in many areas around the country, and you probably have, too, in your travels.Prickly Pear
The temperature was probably about right for a beautiful springtime in Washington, but to this thin-blooded Arizonan, it was very cold. If not for Bill’s sweatpants, sweatshirts, and socks over my socks, I would have frozen into a silver gypsy lump. All good things must come to an end. I returned the sweat clothes to my son-in-law, and had a lovely last breakfast with my older daughter at the Cowboy Cafe in Davenport, WA, one that I wrote about on Washington’s “Hole-in-the-Wall Cafés” in my July 2014 RV Life “Silver, Single and Solo” column.Wind Turbines
For the speed at which one returns home (“home” being questionable at the moment), I am truly grateful for airplanes. I have to say that hearing stories about planes disappearing completely off the radar or crashing doesn’t do much for my stress level. Hiking great distances is not so much on my radar anymore so when I got off in the Denver airport to find a gate which wasn’t listed yet, a lovely airport employee answered my question about the gate “Is it far?” with “No, no, it isn’t far at all.” I guess that depends on your age and enthusiasm. My enthusiasm wasn’t all that bad but my legs were against any long distances. Thankfully, a cart came along just then and took me (the driver agreed), the loooooong way to the appropriate gate. Uh huh.
A small tub of TCBY with hot fudge and nuts helped my outlook, but once again United Airlines was nowhere near where I could get a picture of the fascinating circus-tent-like main part of the airport. I am always fascinated with watching the passengers rush around, especially the brave woman with three little kids and a huge amount of luggage. I never would have been brave enough to take my kids on an airplane trip. I didn’t need to worry. At that time planes hadn’t been invented yet. 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.
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.”