May 23, 2016:
Looking out the RV windows at the lavish vegetation of the Ozark Mountains, I marveled at God’s creation. Both deserts and mountains provide beauty. However, growing up in the arid western section of Texas left me with a supreme appreciation for trees, water, and the color green. Roads through the mountains offered many twists and turns with narrow strips of asphalt and almost no shoulders on either side. Fascination trumped my fears as we traveled up and then down the sides of mountains.
Our motorhome has become our home. Although the RV seems huge while driving down the road, it shrinks as a place to live. Surprisingly, we like our new life style. No room for clutter. Nothing extra belongs here. We have no space for dirty clothes. (Does this imply that when clothes get dirty, we throw them away?)
And then. . .suddenly between Branson and Bentenville, Arkansas, systems began to close down. Instead of parking in my first husband’s driveway, which had seemed like such a good idea a few hours earlier, we decided that we had to get to a campsite where we could plug into water, electricity, and sewage. Continue reading