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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Wednesday, 31 August 2005 20:00 |
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In this story, the “us” includes Linda Bassett. Our Midwest lives paralleled with college, marriage, offspring, and widowhood. She occasionally flies from Indiana to visit me in my RV travels. With my motorhome George parked in Leavenworth, we drove the car to Chelan, Washington, to catch the ferry. The Lady of the Lake cruised Lake Chelan’s 55-mile length in four hours and dropped us off at The Landing and North Cascades Stehekin Lodge. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Sunday, 31 July 2005 20:00 |
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My neighbors waved as the Georgetown and I rolled out of North Ranch. Yesssss! Eight a.m. and on the road again! |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Thursday, 30 June 2005 20:00 |
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We turned off Interstate 17 near Bumblebee, Arizona, and drove through a forest of saguaros, their magnificent arms capped with spring blossoms. The road was paved…for a while. A sign, “26 miles to Crown King. No services,” wasn’t exactly true. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Tuesday, 31 May 2005 20:00 |
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Always in the market for a new adventure, I jumped at the chance to go four-wheeling with friend Ray Schneider when his wife, Wanda, couldn’t go. With major rainstorms the norm rather than the exception this year, the word was out that we wouldn’t go if it rained. But an occasional few drops didn’t dampen the spirits of the 35 people who took this 4 1/2-hour, 32-mile trip. The experience was unique for me. I hadn’t tried it before. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Saturday, 30 April 2005 20:00 |
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The “we” in this story includes my daughter Tracey and grandson Will from Virginia. At the Arizona -California border, we turned off I-40. Historic Route 66 wiggles northeast into the Black Mountains and Oatman, Arizona. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:00 |
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In the wee hours of a Stephen King kind of night, ominous storm clouds chased a winter moon while eerie shadows pranced in the mesquite. Apprehension gripped my soul. I unlocked the office door, knowing I was headed into a trap. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Monday, 31 January 2005 20:00 |
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Often I write about family. No matter the distances between us, family is precious. Because RVers travel, we are often many miles and states away from our loved ones. It is important for “newbies” to realize that if we have strong ties while cabled to a curb in the Carolinas or shackled to a shrub in Texas, that connective web trails us to wherever we travel. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Sunday, 31 October 2004 20:00 |
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Sipping pre-dawn coffee on this crisp October morning, I know it is time to fire up my rolling cocoon and head for Arizona. This Michigan autumn has been exceptionally clear and sunny but its coolness suggests winter winds and Thanksgiving. Various Thanksgiving blessings come to mind during this quiet hour before the world wakes up. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Thursday, 30 September 2004 20:00 |
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In between the places I am required to be while writing columns, articles and books and giving seminars, I still have flexibility in my direction. I turned left from Sacandaga Lake, New York, and headed into Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine for the next four weeks, revisiting old haunts and discovering new ones. New England is a charming mix of white church steeples, covered bridges, connected housing, maple syrup and country stores. |
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Written by Sharlene Minshall
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Tuesday, 31 August 2004 20:00 |
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Every two years, our family of seven has a reunion. This is the only time my two daughters and their families see each other. I see each of them two or three times a year. We take turns planning this event. All money we would normally spend on Christmas, anniversary, birthday gifts, and postage accumulates in a fund and pays for our lodging, food, and entertainment. |
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