Tango and I walked by one of our neighbors the other day. After hellos, and how are yous, we discussed the weather. “I sure love this fall weather here,” I spouted. “Fall! This is still summer,” was the reply. Weather is so subjective. After a month in Deming (near 100 degrees some days), the 70…
This post is from nearly a week ago. I had numerous problems with my website and, after spending another morning with technical support, I hope they are solved! Since writing the following, I have arrived in Washington State and settled into a cute and cozy RV park north of Spokane. I have had a series of…
One of the things I thought about this summer while traveling in Alaska was whether I should move my base up north near my grandson and his parents. I would still travel in the winter but not as far away as New Mexico. Sometimes it feels like I am on a different planet from them.…
Each night, I hope for a monsoon breeze by bedtime. That is the most I can hope for – a slight breeze that will seep in through my tiny RV windows and clear out the overheated plastic smell that builds inside all day. Last night a breeze blew in along with some real rain clouds.…
I seemed to have things backward this summer, at least weather-wise! During the cold, wet spring I bundled up in Canada and Alaska. During the dog days of summer, I stripped down as much as I dare, a few miles from the Mexico border. I planned the Alaska trip, but my trip to New Mexico…
One week ago, I decided that I was finished with my tent camping trip. I was on the Oregon Coast and had vowed to stay there until the heat wave and wildfires tapered off. Then, I began to feel bored. Then, I started missing my little house, which was in storage, in Deming, NM. It…
As I traveled north, Highway 101 curved away from the mountains and towards the ocean. I finally found beach access in the Cape Perpetua Scenic Area and just south of Yachats, a small but trendy town on the coast. Oregon owns most of the day use areas and they are free. The Forest Service sites…
Tango and I began our walk around the campground, and we were only a few steps from our site when I sensed that this morning was different. Silence! I did not hear the crackle of a morning campfire or the sound of someone cooking breakfast on a Coleman stove. No soft whines from sleepy children.…
After a week on the Oregon coast, I am still looking for the beach. I have glimpsed some of the coastline while driving but have not plopped down for the day on a blanket, in the sand, with a good book. I have not even walked onto a beach. Geography is the biggest problem. The…
I managed to be useful to my friend, Gennie, who is getting ready to RV fulltime. After a week of easy living in her place and in the wake of 90 degree days in the Willamette Valley, Tango and I got restless. It did not take long to figure out where to head next after…