Author Archives: Susy

I love having a microwave in a trailer. Sure cuts down on dishes and when the temperatures are high keeps things cooler. We had instant cereal this morning via the microwave. After driving on a roller coaster of a highway for … Continue reading

Wrong Turn in Arkansas Foliage was very dense with more pine trees appearing as we traveled away from Hochatown. We entered the Quachita National Forest, then Winding Starr National Forest and Kiamichi Wilderness. And then in mid-morning, when we both … Continue reading

After we left the city park in Quitman, Texas we wandered about looking for a particular county road. When we stopped to ask for directions at a ranch we saw another Casita trailer going the opposite direction and thought oh-oh, … Continue reading

Often, during our travels through the Southwest last month I’d jot down signs I read along the way, thinking these would somehow jog memories when I read my notes later. Well, sometimes yes, sometimes no. One thing I noticed were … Continue reading

Notes From Tucson to Waco—BBQ, Boots & Cultural Pursuits Pecos River really full. Ate breakfast at a little restaurant across from Forest Tires  recommended by another customer at an IHop (where we didn’t want to wait 15 minutes to be … Continue reading

The Desert I’d traveled across part of Arizona and as far as El Paso, Texas many years ago, without stopping, but my familiarity with the desert world has been mostly from magazine photos and the writings of various authors. This … Continue reading

July Road Trip Part I- In Which Hope Fades I’ve used my GPS a few times and found it quite useful, almost magical. I was raised in rural areas and have always relied upon landmarks—turn right at the red barn, … Continue reading

  Suddenly I heard someone, not a bird, singing softly. What? This was a bird tour and I’d been invited to help two who were more expert than I in guiding a group of people to search for birds on … Continue reading

The last time I stood on the footbridge that goes across this pond a little girl, maybe three years old, was calling “I see a tadpole! There’s one over there! I see another tadpole!” in a high-pitched and piercing voice, … Continue reading

Over the last few months I’ve been reading, copying and, in some cases, typing material that my mother wrote as a young wife and mother. At one point she was writing about life as a State Park family, with the … Continue reading