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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Saturday, 31 July 2004 20:00 |
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After many RVing years, I am greatly accomplished…at getting into trouble…with no effort on my part. My motorhome George and tow car Cavy fare better than I do, probably because inanimate objects don’t get angry (as far as we know!). |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Wednesday, 07 July 2004 03:54 |
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(In last month’s column, Sharlene Minshall described the 1999 Georgetown motorhome that has replaced her Sprinter. This month, she continues to recount her experiences in adapting the Georgetown to her needs.) |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Monday, 31 May 2004 20:00 |
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The 1999 Georgetown motorhome adoption papers are dated 2-5-04. B & B Auto Repair in Congress, Arizona, changed the original tires and engine battery, supplied four six-volt golf-cart house batteries to replace the two 12-volt batteries, and outfitted the Cavalier for towing. Mechanical, business, and personal “stuff” disappeared into George’s nooks and crannies. A visiting daughter and grandson from Virginia applied the backside traveling map. Thanks to a friend’s sign-making creativity, an incognito traveling rig it is not. He emblazoned “Silver Gypsy” on George’s front and back. A planned shakedown cruise vanished in the shuffle. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Friday, 30 April 2004 20:00 |
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She is fickle. I asked if she could be anywhere she wanted to be right this minute, where would she be? |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Wednesday, 31 March 2004 20:00 |
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Seventeen years of “togetherness” is a long time. The Sprinter isn’t “just a motorhome.” He has been a faithful traveling companion. He took me with him whenever he visited incredible places I never thought I would see. We shared adventures beyond my comprehension. When I cried from mechanically challenged frustration, he held me in his charms and offered soft pillows of solace. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Sunday, 29 February 2004 20:00 |
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It all started with my daughter’s question, “Where is Quartzsite?” I cut short a visit with her Virginia family to make my annual pilgrimage to this southwestern Arizona community during its most exciting time, mid-January. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Saturday, 31 January 2004 20:00 |
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Ghost towns always intrigue me but Jerome, Ariz., a National Historic Landmark, isn’t just for ghosts anymore. Jerome and I have a history. During family vacation days in the mid-1960s, our itinerary should have taken us through Jerome, nestled precariously on Cleopatra Hill. After snaking up the hairpin curves from Cottonwood, the car broke down near the old Jerome High School, right after we passed the “Population 2” sign. We never made it into Jerome proper, once a copper-mining boomtown of 15,000 plus. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Wednesday, 31 December 2003 20:00 |
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My 1,200-plus miles from Washington to Arizona in October took two weeks. I drove Forest Roads 25 and 99 to Mt. St. Helens National Volcanic Monument in Washington. I had visited in 1986, six years after the eruption. Huge pine tree forests have since grown. The blast zone still exposes acres of blackened, denuded trees. Surrounded by colorful October groundcover, they were stark reminders of the mountain’s devastation. |
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