In 1997 We Took a Little. . .

Oh, wait, this is 2016. My how time flies. In 1997 we put our house in Maryland in the hands of a real estate agent, gave power of attorney for the sale to a friend, and off we went to wild, barren, desert west: Quartzsite, Arizona. Back then the town’s population was just over 800; yet, at the height of the winter season over 500,000 RV’s and tourists would come through. The rock and gem show coincided with the RV show and lasted about two weeks. That was then.

This past winter (the first trip west since winter ’99-2000) things were quite different. Sweet Darlene’s restaurant was no longer in a tent; it was in a metal building. There were three semi-permanent RV sales lots in town, plus the RV show came in about the first of February. The rock and gem show came in during the second week of the RV show and it lasted about ten days.

The population, according to the librarian, is now around 2500. There are fewer vendors in the desert area, more RV parks, and JJ’s New and Used RV Parts, sad to say, had moved to Apache Junction.

Our first two trips out, our primary source of communication was the CB. That was before cell phones. Now we use cell phones and don’t get together for CB breaks so we can meet the people we’re talking to. We already know who we’re talking to. Many of our old friends had passed on to the next life or had developed health problems that prevented them from coming back. Still, it was good to catch up with a few that had settled there.

We sold our Airstream travel trailer three weeks ago and will drive our motorhome out this winter. Change is inevitable, but so is the fun. Thanks for reading along and taking a little tour with me.

I would love to share some of my photos but I don’t seem to have an option for that anymore. Sorry.


An Abundant Life

DSC_5969John 10:1  Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber.

John 10:2  But he that entereth in by the door is the shepherd of the sheep.

John 10:3  To him the porter openeth; and the sheep hear his voice: and he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them out.

John 10:4  And when he putteth forth his own sheep, he goeth before them, and the sheep follow him: for they know his voice.

John 10:5  And a stranger will they not follow, but will flee from him: for they know not the voice of strangers.

John 10:6  This parable spake Jesus unto them: but they understood not what things they were which he spake unto them.

John 10:7  Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep.

John 10:8  All that ever came before me are thieves and robbers: but the sheep did not hear them.

John 10:9  I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.

John 10:10  The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.

 When I was in tenth grade one of my classes was world geography. The whole class moaned and groaned when we were given an assignment over the Christmas holiday. Each student was to choose a country to study its Christmas traditions. It turned out to be a very interesting assignment. I can’t remember now if I chose Holland or Italy, but it planted in me a desire to see more of this world than my local area. My family had moved around a little (from Illinois to Pennsylvania to Maryland), and I had moved around with my husband when he was in the military. We spent two and a half years in West Germany (before the wall came down) and were able to travel through Holland. I also was able to take a dependent’s tour of Paris, France.

 Back in the United States we lived in West Virginia (my husband’s home state), Maryland (to help my parents), and finally Florida, to help my husband’s parents.

 Now that there is no one requiring our attention (all of our parents are safely at home with Jesus and wouldn’t come back if they could), we are back to traveling status.

 We spent this past winter in Quartzsite, Arizona (one of our favorite places to go—dry weather is great for my sinuses). We left there about fifteen days ago and went to Joshua Tree National Park in California, where we spent two nights, using one full day to drive through and see cholla cactus in bloom, ocotillo cactus with their lovely red flowers blossoming on the tops of their tall limbs, prickly pear cactus with their fuchsia flowers, and yucca and Joshua trees with white cluster flowers.

 From there we went to San Bernardino to visit my aunt and cousin. We spent a week there and have been traveling along I-40 eastward through California, Arizona, and New Mexico so far. The scenery has been nothing short of A-MA-ZING, incredible, stupendous. We have been at elevations over 7,000 feet, down to just over 1,000. We have seen dark red mountains of sheer rock with ribbons of white running through them. We have gawked over lighter red mountains with white and grey rock tumbling over them. We have seen gorges cut into gulleys too deep to see the bottom from the roadside. We have stopped to take pictures of what I can only describe as painted rocks (not by vandals). We have seen mountains covered with trees and shrubs, descending to valleys and dales covered with sage and fox grass. We have seen a few mountains with snow still on them, and shady places in the lower valleys with snow on the ground (the temperature outside was forty-two degrees). Continue reading