I was one of four lady golfers who decided to get out on the course and play as much as possible before the rain stopped us. The skies over Lake Superior were dark and roiling, due to one of those abrupt temperature changes (you know—the temperature drops from 80 to 40 within minutes.) But golfers are a hardy, if somewhat... READ MORE >
With the approach of Memorial Day, the Grand Marais Tourist Park is rapidly filling up and brings to mind memories of my recent stay in an Arkansas RV park. I have especially fond memories of the dog culture. Traveling in an RV brought me into a whole new world— RV people and their dogs. The Park I stayed in this... READ MORE >
Can a water bug be “perky,” I wonder, watching the lively little creature scoot across the lake surface. I am sitting on a sunwarmed rock on the shore of Lac des Mille Lacs. Lac Des Mille Lacs translates to “Lake of a Thousand Lakes” and is located in Ontario, about 70 miles west and slightly north of Thunder Bay. Its... READ MORE >
“There it is!” I pointed to the sign. We turned down the driveway of the R Campground in Charles City, Iowa. I was about to spend my first night in an RV park and had no idea whether I’d like it or not. Would we be parked next to a Cousin Eddie straight out of National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation? Would... READ MORE >
In September 1969, Dick and I began our year on Tucker Lake. Our cabin had neither road access nor amenities. This reprint of one of many stories about our lives during that special year is based on an old letter I wrote to my parents. The Letter: The letter is dated April 25, 1970. “We are back in the old... READ MORE >
I thought I was so smart; the perfect grandmother— warm, wise, knowledgeable about American Girl dolls and able to repeat the lyrics to every Barbie movie produced. Secretly I thought my daughter’s young friends all regarded me as witty and hip with just the right amount of grandmotherly knowledge at my fingertips, should anyone ask. I was a total grandma... READ MORE >
The cape was adorable; brown plaid with buttoned tabs and a Velcro-fitted waistband. Perfect for fall and winter weather. Before grabbing it from the store rack, I made sure the size was right, then brought it to the checkout counter where the salesperson remarked on its cuteness. “Perfect for my pug,” I told her. And it was. Mr. Magoo, who... READ MORE >
In September 1969, Dick and I began our year in the wilderness on the edge of the BWCWA in the Superior National Forest. Our small cabin had neither road access nor amenities. This is a reprint of one of many stories about our lives during that special year. When a craving for chocolate struck on Tucker Lake, the nearest store... READ MORE >
“Go-Go-Go!” I shout to the TV as Hannah Kearney’s knees maneuver smoothly and swiftly over the moguls. She executes a perfect 360- degree spin over the final jump and burns down the rest of the hill, winning the gold medal with this performance. “You go girl!” I yell to the triumphant figure on my television screen. You’d think I knew... READ MORE >
In September 1969, Dick and I began our year on Tucker Lake. Our cabin had neither road access nor amenities. This is a reprint of one of many stories about our lives during that special year. Years ago, my daughter went to Pastry Chef School in San Francisco. One of the arts she learned was bread baking. She showed me... READ MORE >
