August 14-15, 2025. Finding Joy on the Trails, in the Shadows, and in Christ
What if I told you that a diagnosis, even one as sobering as metastatic (stage 4) breast cancer, doesn’t have to mean the end of adventure? That it might, in fact, be the beginning of a new kind of abundant living? Different, yes, but abundant. I want to share one story of joy, love, and a little mystery from a recent trip with my husband to Cuyahoga Valley National Park—a place where wild nature and the whisper of hope wind along every trail.
The Ledges Trail: Where Wonder Meets Stone and Sky
We started our day with the Ledges Trail, a 2-mile loop famed for its dramatic rock formations, sun-dappled moss, and secret caves. My husband and I laced up our tennis shoes and set off with hearts full of anticipation.
Tip: Come prepared! I would have pulled out my hiking poles and worn my hiking boots if I had realized how many rocks we would scramble over. It’s not a difficult trail, but can be a little tricky for someone with balance and joint issues.
Nevertheless, while I didn’t expect the rocky terrain on the trail, it became a chance to adapt and push my limits. Instead of being discouraged, I embraced the challenge, and we managed to boost our daily steps while discovering new strength in ourselves.
Stepping into the quiet cathedral of pines, it struck me: this is what it means to live—really live—even with cancer as a quiet companion. More importantly, I get to live this life with the best caregiver as my hiking buddy, who stretches out his hand to catch me if I stumble.
The trail meandered through forests that felt ancient and wise, the scent of earth and leaves mingling with laughter and the promise of adventure. We ducked under boughs, hopped across roots, and marveled at the towering cliffs, their sandstone faces streaked with green and gold.
At the overlook, we caught our breath, gazing out over a patchwork of treetops. The world felt big and beautiful, and at that moment, thoughts of cancer or medical appointments slipped away.
Holding hands with the one I love, I was reminded: abundant life isn’t found in the absence of trials, but in the presence of Jesus Christ, guiding and sustaining each day. In every moment, we have the power to create memories, to savor the light filtering through the trees, and to claim joy on this side of life. Let us walk on, hearts open, knowing that each step is a testament to courage, faith, and the unwavering will to live abundantly.
Every step forward is an act of hope, no matter where you are in your cancer journey. With each breath of fresh air and every stride—even when challenged by neuropathy and fatigue—the Holy Spirit prompts, the heart grows stronger, and the soul more resilient. Life is still full of wonder worth fighting for.
Down the Eerie Canal Towpath
Of course, we couldn’t resist the allure of the Erie Canal Towpath. Echoes of history lace this path, where mules once pulled canal boats, the Underground Railroad was actively present, and the shadows seem to hold a thousand secrets. It was the perfect atmosphere for a little playtime.
Everett Covered Bridge
Eerie Canal, rushing water in front of the Canal Exploration Center. Canal Stop and Tavern (Currently the Canal Exploration Center)
Hi, I’m Blossom. During the canal days, mules like me walked the towpath, pulling heavy boats behind us. We were strong engines, able to haul 60 tons or more of freight. Mules worked in teams of two or three. Cargo boats had a middle cabin to stable a second team The two teams switched every six hours.
Some people say mules are stubborn, but I think we’re just smart. Horses can work themselves to an early grave. Mules have sense enough to stop when we’re tired. And we refuse to do anything dangerous. Over time, horses will get mouth and harness sores. Not mules. We are also cheaper to feed. Now I’m not saying horses are all bad. They are faster than mules. Early passenger boats used teams of horses when speed was more important than endurance. After the Civil War, canal boats became family businesses. One of the captain’s children was often the muleskinner, leading the team along the towpath.
I got my intelligence from my father. He’s a donkey. I got my athletic ability from my mother. She’s a horse. What is the best trait that you inherited from each parent?
Mule Power: Towing Canal Boats, from the placard at Cuyahoga Valley N.P.
Tim and BlossomStation Road BridgeCuyahoga RiverCuyahoga Valley Scenic Railroad
Tim whispered in my ear as the towpath curved between thick stands of trees, their branches creaking in the gentle breeze. The path met the boardwalk into Beaver’s Marsh where wood ducks greeted us. He grinned while squeezing my hand. Even if you don’t get to see what you had hoped for (in this case, beavers), there’s something thrilling about embracing the unknown.
Cancer brings its own shadows—uncertainty, fear, the uninvited “what ifs.” Yet I’ve learned that through faith, even the darkest paths can glow with hope. Jesus walks with us, turning every challenge into an opportunity for courage, laughter, and connection.
Abundance in Every Step
The most beautiful part of our day wasn’t just the scenery, but the sense of freedom and joy. We climbed stairs, walked through a covered bridge, witnessed butterflies and colorful flowers, ate farm fresh corn while swinging on the double swings, swapped silly jokes, and learned that adventure is less about where you go and more about who walks beside you. Whether you have a caring partner on earth or not, Jesus is there each step of the way.
I want to say this, to anyone facing a difficult diagnosis or season: abundant life is possible—yes, even now. Through my journey with metastatic breast cancer, I’ve discovered that life with Jesus is not about scarcity, but overflow. He gives peace that surpasses understanding, and joy that bubbles up in the least-expected places—like a trail at sunset, a beautiful waterfall, or a quiet moment on the towpath with someone you love.
Brandywine Falls
Come, Take the Next Step
If you’re ever near Cuyahoga Valley National Park, I encourage you to lace up your boots, grab a loved one, and walk the Ledges Trail. Let the stones steady you, the trees shelter you, and the adventure—yes, even the eerie ones—remind you that life is still here for the living.
Because abundance isn’t measured by days, but by the love, faith, and wonder we choose. Through Jesus Christ, I am learning to live—truly, joyfully, abundantly—one trail at a time.
We added another stamp to our Passport on this trip, and checked off our 18th National Park.
Pro tip: The America the Beautiful Access Passis free for anyone who has a disability (terminal cancer is a disability, even if you don’t “feel” disabled). It provides free entry to all National Parks and Historic Sites for the pass holder and family who travel with them. It’s a great way to live life without the added pressure of the financial burden of entrance fees. Check it out!
Just One More Thing
Having terminal cancer is a different experience for everyone, and I do hope this blog is accepted as it is intended. Not everyone can do the things we can do. I get that. Depending on where you are with your diagnosis and whether you are the patient or the caregiver, you will make those determinations. Given the thousands of types and subtypes, cancer treatment is challenging. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. I am fortunate to have cancer treatment that works!
I don’t say this lightly, as not everyone is as fortunate to add years to their life. My mother was in a Hospice House for two weeks at the end of her life. This disease does take people’s lives. Yet even there, in her setting, we enjoyed the beautiful gardens outside her window together. She also enjoyed life with what energy she had as they brought in therapy dogs, listened to people read Scripture, held hands and even encouraged people who came to visit. She taught me how to live life abundantly now as well as when we transition to our eternal Home. That is why I say, as long as I have breath, I intend to live!
Ask God to give you energy. He will provide strength to walk, even if it is just a few steps to your backyard.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
Sometime in February our daughter called to tell us her eye doctor had diagnosed her with detached retinas in both eyes. She needed surgery. Her left eye was worse than the right eye, and they considered it an emergency. She had no center vision in her left eye.
They made some referrals, and the referral made another referral, so that she ended going to a university hospital several hours from their home. Long story short, they did the surgery on the first eye the first week of March, and the second one two weeks later. They put a “buckle” in both eyes, but fortunately she didn’t need the “bubbles,” which is a very long and arduous recovery. Almost immediately she could see better, but it’s still a very long healing process. Initially she couldn’t lift anything over five pounds. She has been unable to drive since the first surgery, as her vision is so blurry it is akin to not wearing glasses before the surgery (she’s very nearsighted, which is most likely the risk factor causing the detachment). She is also warned not to strain her eyes.
She’s in college, has a family with two elementary aged children, and she still can’t drive.
What does this have to do with my metastatic breast cancer journey? Or traveling in an Airstream as full-timers? It connects to my story because we never know what might pop up along the way that can change the trajectory of our path. It could be a new lesion, or side-effect of the medication. It could be a break-down in something Airstream related. We just have to be willing to be flexible and go with the flow. That doesn’t come easy for a planner, but God’s still working on me!
The patient becomes the caregiver.
We were in Florida when we received the call, and we immediately started thinking about how we could help her. Should we leave immediately and fly up, or take the Airstream, or wait and see? We had plans to go back to Texas visiting capitol buildings along the way, attend some rallies (which were already paid for in non-refundable payments), check on the new house build, and stay in Texas until June or later depending on the progress of our house. How might this change those well-made plans? Sometimes, the cancer patient becomes the caregiver to someone in their family or circle of friends. It’s what we do. It’s called life.
We considered taking the trailer as we didn’t know how long she would need us, but the RV parks in this area have yet to turn on their water, due to freezing temperatures. Her husband decided to take off work until the beginning of April, so that gave us time to attend the rallies and find a place to settle in Texas. We booked flights and headed north to help her out once we got the Airstream settled in at a gated RV park in Montgomery. Tim had a work visit with a church, and it’s not too far from her, so that helped defray some of the costs. We really miss our home!
Aside, we are happy to have made the decision to purchase the Airstream Classic. It has a multiplex system that allows us to turn the A/C or Heat on and off as needed. It doesn’t have an “auto” feature (yet), so we have been checking the internal temperature and turning it on as needed.
Hanging out with Dad before he flies home.
We originally planned on flying back to Houston yesterday, but Elizabeth still doesn’t have new glasses so she can barely see. She needs a ride to the hospital for her follow-up consult now that Anthony is working. Tim has a biopsy scheduled for a spot on his nose that he has put off for way longer than needed, so he went back on the original flight. Getting him there was a bit of drama in itself, as we had a rental car from the airport three hours away and one of us would need a ride. Tim found a local guy who transports to the airport, and they had a nice chat all the way there. I stayed behind for another week and I’ll return the car when I get there. Logistics!
I was fortunate to get the exact same flight schedule at no additional charge. I can change the flight again if necessary, but that would require missing medicine (I didn’t bring enough to go past Monday), and rescheduling appointments at MD Anderson. At this point we are praying Elizabeth will have glasses on Friday so she can get used to them over the weekend and then I can head home the day after Easter. I took her to her local eye doctor who gave her a prescription. She will be able to see 20-20 out of her right eye with new glasses. That’s progress! Her left eye still has a ways to go.
Tomorrow we pack up the kids in the car rental and head to Iowa City for Elizabeth’s follow-up appointment with her surgeon; we hope to get her new glasses there. Iowa City has a same-day eyeglasses store in town that can make her a cheap, temporary pair until her vision settles and she can get a new more permanent prescription. That should be about three to six months from now, but at least she will be able to drive!
I’m sitting in her community college lobby as I type this, feeling a bit reminiscent of my own college days. I’m watching young students come and go while waiting for Elizabeth to attend two of her classes so I can once again be her seeing eye dog and chauffeur for lunch. I went with her to Bible study last week, which she attends on Wednesdays, and one of the students who goes to it just walked by and acknowledged me, asking if I would be there again today, saying that they enjoyed having me. That was a good feeling as I thought I added some depth to the room with some of my comments, but you never know how students will react.
Looking at illustrations in poetry books for children, in our hotel lobby.
I have enjoyed helping with her children’s literature class!
As I have been reading her book chapters and poetry aloud, typing what she dictates, and helping her finish assignments, I sometimes have to turn the screen away so she does’t squint and try to read what’s on the page. While her attitude is positive, she keeps saying, “I wish I could see,” usually with a laugh of frustration.
We never know how much we use our sight until we no longer have it. Don’t take it for granted. Holy Week, leading up to Easter, is a great time to remember to thank God every day for the ability to see, hear, walk, talk, and everything else He has given you for free. Especially remember the sacrifice of His one and only Son. His arms are stretched out for you. Can you see?
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
After my last update blog we learned our new house build would be delayed a bit longer, due some county related issues. They are anticipating a finish date in June or July, but we believe the closing will be closer to August or September.
Based on this knowledge in November, we made a decision to purchase a new Airstream Classic — which we picked up in December — so we could have a bit more elbow room for the time we are living in it full-time. We’ve made some videos about that, and we put them on our YouTube Channel.
We didn’t expect much movement after that, until further into the new year. However, things started picking up in January. On January 7th, the builder held our pre-construction meeting. Soon after that we started seeing forms, footers, plumbing, foundation, and then framing taking place. It’s moving along!
January 5, 2025 – Form is in place. Ready for the pre-construction meeting.January 20, 2025 – We have some plumbing.Jan 20, 2025 – King of his garage LOL. That was a cold day, the night before the big snowstorm. Our property didn’t get much, fortunately, but it did delay pouring the foundation by a few days.February 1, 2025. We are leaving for Florida in a few days, so we took another drive out to the property. We were surprised to see so many sticks in the air! Here’s a picture from the last time we went out to the property, about four days ago.
Now we are heading to Florida for a month, and we are anticipating some real progress by the time we get back into town. I will be flying in for treatment a couple of times before then as well, so maybe, just maybe, I’ll have enough time to drive out and check it out while I’m in the area.
This reminds me of a verse in Isaiah (40:31, NKJV). We are encouraged to be patient, allowing God to do things in His own timing. I don’t mind the wait, to be honest. I love our current life and I look forward to making some more great memories.
But those who wait on the Lord Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
We toured two State Capitols so close together, I was going to combine them into one blog. We have done so much these past weeks; it’s getting hard to keep it all straight! But then it was getting too long, so you’ll see my Nebraska blog soon.
September 16, 2024 – Cheyenne Wyoming.
This capitol building recently went through a four-year restoration and renovation project, and was closed during that period of time. It reopened to the public in July 2019.
The tour desk lady stamped our passport and gave us some information to get us started, but they only offer a self-guided tour from thereon. There is a video, which we didn’t take time to watch; it probably would have helped us to uncover some of the finer details. They also have a cell phone tour, where you can click on the QR Code at each location to learn more. We were a bit pressed for time, so we walked the floors, talked to a few staffers, looked at the architecture, took some pictures, and read some of the plaques. We did find a few interesting facts that peaked our curiosity, and you will find those in this blog.
This room has two titles on the double entry doors. There was some debate over saving this room, but there is a lot of history here.
Beautiful furniture and fresh flowers on all floors.
The domes in the buildings that have one always catch my eye. In this case there are four bronze statues on the four corners of the third floor worthy of attention. They were added during the restoration project, but were made to look like they have been here since the beginning.
Hope. Sound on to hear Tim reading the description of Hope. On the third floor of the Wyoming State Capitol.Courage. Sound on to hear Tim read the description of Courage. On the third floor of the Wyoming State Capitol.Justice. Sound on to hear Tim read the description of Justice. On the third floor of the Wyoming State Capitol. Truth. Sound on to hear Tim read the description of Truth. On the third floor of the Wyoming State Capitol.
What state holds the title for “first female governor in the United States”? Wyoming, of course. In the governor’s office behind the receptionist is a large portrait of Nellie Tayloe Ross, who was governor from 1925-1927, and remains the only female governor of Wyoming. She was also the first female to be appointed as the Director of the United States Mint. There is a statue of Her Honor in front of the historic governor’s mansion as well.
I’m so grateful I have enough energy to do the things we do. God has given me the gift of more time. Time to live. Time to minister. Time to worship Him, and see His great creation. Time to see some inspiring things made by man. I know not everyone who has cancer is so lucky, but I will continue to live life to the fullest as long as I have enough energy and breath left in my lungs.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
I finished my June book early and started on my book for July (even though we will be traveling). I finished this novel fairly quickly as well. It’s a pretty easy read, and the author keeps your interest as you seek to know more. We were still on Lake Livingston, staying in our Airstream, when I read this book. Lake living sure is relaxing! It’s like a perpetual vacation.
These Tangled Vines, by Julianne Maclean, starts with what we would all love to hear – you just inherited some property in Italy! At least, I would! I’ve never been to Italy but if someone wanted to give me a vineyard, I don’t think I would turn it down.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
The book is set in Tuscany and primarily follows three women: Fiona, Lillian, and Sloane. There are spoilers in this review, so if you plan to read the book, SCROLL past the sections with “Spoilers.” 😂😂
The setting was beautiful, as the author described it. I’ve seen pictures of Italy and I would love to go there one day. It seems like such a serene, calm, and peaceful environment. The food would be a bonus! The author did a good job of including enough descriptions to make me wish I was there.
KEEP ON SCROLLING…
Fiona Bell is a young woman in her 30s (young to me, anyway). Her perspective is the only one shared in first person, and she is a likable character. She is single with some relationship issues. Fiona was 18 when her mother died, and on her deathbed her mother revealed to Fiona that her father—who she has known these past 18 years as her father—is not her biological father. (What?? Can you imagine hearing that from your mother on her deathbed?)
Her biological father (Anton) owns a vineyard in Italy, but her mother makes her promise to keep this news a secret from her father, because it would devastate him. The father who raised her has been in a wheelchair her whole life due to a horrible accident in Italy. He had only bad memories of their trip. The dutiful daughter kept her promise for all these years. She didn’t want to hurt her father.
Fiona receives a phone call from a lawyer in Italy, who tells her that her biological father had passed away. He urges her to be there for the reading of the will as she is named as one of the heirs. She was too late to attend the funeral, but if she hurried she could make it in time for the reading of the will. After much contemplation, she lied to her father and his caregiver, got on the next flight to Italy, and began to face her past. Her mother’s past. Her father’s past. It was quite a tangled story, hence the title.
Fiona had always believed Anton to be a man who took advantage of her mother, a womanizer, or some other connotation of negative relationship, so she never sought to know him or attempt to have a relationship with him. She also didn’t want to hurt her disabled father by engaging in an attempt to know him. Little did she know she would be walking into a hornet’s nest with Anton’s two older children—who only just learned that they had a half-sibling—with all the implications of her “stealing” their inheritance as an illegitimate child, manipulations by her mother, and other serious accusations regarding her character and her intentions.
The second woman followed in the book is Lillian, Fiona’s mother. She and her husband went to Tuscany for a season, while her husband was writing his first novel. She took a job at a vineyard in Tuscany, and the reader is aware that this is the same vineyard which is owned by Fiona’s biological father Anton. The author jumps back and forth in history to share details of the relationship Lillian had with Anton. It was clearly an affair, which both of them seemed to genuinely try not to engage in. He was the perfect gentleman.
Anton’s wife was living in LA with their two children and had recently filed for divorce. They rarely saw each other in spite of his constant begging for her to bring the children. Lillian’s husband was off in Paris writing his novel and was not staying connected to her because, “It’s long distance.” Throughout their marriage, she had put all of her attention onto her husband and his writing career, yet he did not support her desires or needs. One can see how easy it was for her to fall into the arms of another man, regardless of looks or status. She offers some business advice to Anton on marketing the Americans; he is very supportive and complimentary of her ideas and there is a chemistry between them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NO SPOILERS HERE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aside, that’s how affairs usually get started. Another reminder to support and compliment your spouse. If you don’t, someone else probably is! Give him or her the love they need.
In all my years of being a marriage therapist, I don’t recall anyone who had an affair tell me they did it “on purpose.” (If they did, I would consider an even bigger issue than this.) Their typical response, “it just happened.” It started with a conversation, complimentary and support of ideas, a hand on the back, a lengthier conversation, brooding over the individual, and so on. It happened because they didn’t guard their heart. Their spouse didn’t guard their spouse’s heart either, and their spouse was not fulfilling a deep need in their life. I’m not excusing affairs, so please don’t email me and blast me about this. I am not in favor of affairs. And I am not in favor of divorce for the majority of marriages. God hates divorce. However, I do understand how affairs can happen when someone is living in an emotional desert. Perhaps because of my profession I am a bit more understanding of Lillian and her dilemma.
KEEP ON SCROLLING
Anyway, back to the story. Fiona learns through her research and conversations with various staffers that Lillian and Anton’s relationship went beyond a one-night stand or sexual offense. Anton did not take advantage of Lillian as she had previously thought. Their relationship grew over time, and they were very much in love. Lillian had not heard from her husband in weeks. She finally made plans to leave her husband and stay with Anton. But suddenly, her husband returns, was involved in an accident, and became a quadriplegic. I won’t tell you the details of the incident, so as not to spoil the entire story, but it is a juicy part of the story. After the accident, Lillian comes to her senses, says good-bye to Anton, goes back to America with her husband. She spends the rest of her life taking care of his needs. Recompense, perhaps?
The third woman is Sloane, Fiona’s half-sister. Fiona also has a half-brother, Conner. Neither of them stayed in touch with their father after the divorce, and they were both fairly spoiled and entitled individuals. I felt like Conner’s character was a bit one-dimensional as he remained the same throughout the book. Some people are not willing to forgive. Conner and Sloane (and their mother) never knew about Fiona until she arrived for the reading of the will, so they were justifiably angry. They believed she was there to manipulate and take over, and they thought she was there just for the money. She never came to Italy, after all. While Conner remains angry and maintains the bitterness toward Fiona and Lillian, Sloane begins to see the truth about her father, the vineyard at Tuscany, and the situation between Anton and Lillian for what it was. She also has a revelation about herself, her children, and her family. I liked seeing her transformation, which again reminds us that anyone can change, and anyone can forgive.
Even Fiona. After Fiona learns she has inherited the vineyard (yes, the whole kit and caboodle), she resolves the issues she had with her mother and learned to love her father (Anton). She then goes back home to deal with her stepdad. For her entire life, she had taken up the baton that her mother passed on to her. Just as her mother had given up on her own desires in life, Fiona sacrificed her life to care for her dad. He obviously needs care, but he has also used his disability (and other means prior to the accident) to prevent the women in his life from advancing their own selves. He was afraid of “losing” them, so he held them tight. So tight that Fiona was feeling smothered. She was bitter at him for losing an opportunity to connect to her biological father and wasn’t sure she could ever forgive him.
I felt like the book wrapped up everything pretty well, but the resolution between Fiona and her dad seemed a bit abrupt. Within one chapter she went from “I’m so mad at you” to “Okay, I forgive you.” It felt a bit quick after all the chapters that preceded that moment in time, like the author was tired of writing by that point.
Other than that—dealing with her stepdad issue—I really liked the book. I liked the way it ended, and I liked the overall messages one can draw from it. Lillian’s affair could have been avoided, and this is something all couples should consider, but she would never go back and change it as she has a daughter she loves. While she could have justified leaving her husband, she made the choice of commitment to her wedding vows. It’s way too easy for couples to give it up when things get tough, so I appreciated her decision no matter how difficult.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~YOU HAVE REACHED THE NO SPOILERS ZONE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lessons for couples? Love your spouse. Love is an action word, so show them love in the things you do, say, and time you spend together. Hold your spouse tight but don’t squeeze the breath out of them. Encourage one another to have independence and reach their individual goals, all the while balancing it out focusing on the relationship. Most importantly (not necessarily in the book), developing a relationship with God as a couple will draw the couple closer to each other, and increase their love for each other.
I’m so glad I have a husband who has stuck with me through thick and thin. I’ve heard firsthand stories of men leaving their wives when they are diagnosed with breast cancer. But Tim has been with me, caring for me, and picking up the slack when I have been unable to follow through. He’s a champion!
We haven’t had our book club meeting yet. I would love to be there for the discussion, but I won’t be able to attend this one because we will be traveling. If I remember, I will edit this to include my book club’s review. I would rate it 8.5.
Have you ever heard the expression, “The cure is worse than the disease”? This statement applies to our recent Airstream experience.
If you follow us on Facebook you will undoubtedly recall, last summer on our way to Oklahoma City, a rogue spaghetti jar and some of his hooligan tin-can friends decided to escape the confines of their luxurious pantry and dance about on our pristine white Airstream floors. Their party was so raucous that spaghetti sauce found its way into some of the most obscure parts of our trailer. Needless to say, the owners of said partiers were in shock, and ultimately deeply depressed. The brand new Globetrotter had been defiled. This is a poetic way to say that our Airstream suffered some serious consequences from that mishap.
After two dealer recommendations and five home remedies, the mess only seemed to get marginally better. Was this an insurance claim? Was this a warranty item since the pantry lock had failed to do its job properly? Was it the result of owner stupidity? A few days later and after some serious conversations with the warranty people at the Mothership, it was determined this was indeed a warranty item — a $15,000 warranty item. There was a sigh of relief that this problem could be solved and return our Airstream to her previous glory.
Fast forward a few months. We found ourselves at Foley RV Center and Airstream of Mississippi to get the repair. (Originally we were going to travel to Jackson Center, Ohio for the repairs, but Foley has been highly recommended and since they are closer to home we could drop it off and avoid paying for hotels until the repairs were done). Mind you, this repair is not as simple as it might sound. The warranty work required that anything touching the floor, or connected to anything that touched the floor, had to be removed from the Airstream, and reassembled after the floor was replaced. That meant removing all of our personal stuff from the rig. We decided to use this opportunity to do some reorganizing and cleaning when we got it back from warranty work.
After removing everything, the last things to come up were the rugs. We reexamined the floor. To our astonishment, the stains had largely and substantially disappeared! On the drive from Conroe to Gulfport, we came to the conclusion that the cure (tearing everything apart and reassembling it) might be worse than the disease (some residual, very light staining). We spoke to John, the service manager, and while he would have loved to receive the $15,000 revenue from warranty work, he also felt that leaving it as is was likely the more prudent course. Decision made.
You have to look really closely to see the spaghetti sauce stains. It should look even better after we clean it a few more times.
We are returning home as we write this blog from Gulfport, on TX SH-12. It’s a beautiful, sunny, 71 degree Friday morning, a perfect day to clean the rig and put everything back where it belongs. All the additional warranty items have been repaired, and Roam Home seems to be feeling pretty good. Surgery was avoided and she will just have to live the rest of her life with only a small scar as a reminder of a piece of her journey.
Isn’t this much like us? We begin life with hopes and beliefs that our journey will be blemish-free. Then real life happens. We too find ourselves with the residue of regrets and bad choices, bumps and bruises, with scars along our path. But once we meet the Divine Service Advisor, we learn that we can be whole again even if not perfect (until we meet Him in eternity). The damages that we once had so much sorrow over become tutors to a better future.
(Thanks to Tim for helping me write this blog on our journey home from Mississippi. He has also started learning Spanish with me using Duolingo, so we are honoring our language studies at the end of each blog.)
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
Foley RV Center and Airstream of Mississippi (above). View from our hotel window (left).
I just realized I never posted this book review, so I’ll back-date it. Tim and I were on our way to watch the Wheel of Fortune taping, so I was unable to make it to the book club meeting in January. There should be a post about that bucket list item somewhere in my blog list 🤩.
This picture was taken on chemo day. I often take books to read and an engaging discussion with my nurse ensues. Often they write down the titles, or give me suggestions from their book clubs.
We read The Midnight Library by Matt Haig, an intriguing book about the concept of “parallel universes.” I recall a Seinfeld episode about this concept! The book explores many of the potential branches in the life of Nora. She is transported into that life, to live as though she had made a different decision. It provides great insight into how one’s life of regrets, decisions, and relationships, may not have turned out any better than the actual life he or she has lived.
I sent my review via the following email, as we flew out the day of the meeting.
“We are standing in line waiting for our plane to board. I hope y’all are having a good meeting! I wish I could be there for this discussion. I’m curious what others think.
I still have 50 pages left, and I’ll probably finish it on the plane [I did]. Nora just entered her “perfect life” with Ash and daughter Molly. It is a rather captivating book, so it wasn’t for lack of desire; I’ve just been busy this month.
Interesting concept of parallel universes. Certainly makes you think about those Deja vu moments in life. Also made me think about some past regrets. Choices I might have liked to change, but after seeing Nora’s life experiences with overcoming those regrets and the ensuing consequences, it makes me glad to have this life and just live with my choices. Her alternate lives did have some valuable lessons. Maybe we can learn from that as well. I’d rather remember a life that isn’t perfect than to have no memory of it at all.
Lastly, I loved the Thoreau references. Makes me want to read some more of his work.
Anyway, just a few thoughts before I get on the plane. I would rate it an 8.0.
I did finish the book, and I liked the way it ended.
Here’s what the group said.
Good Afternoon Ladies!!!! Eight of us gathered to discuss The Midnight Library by Matt Haig. Our discussion varied immensely about “regrets” and different outcomes that your life can take or could have taken. Some of us had a hard time getting into the book with the countdown of Nora’s death in the first nine chapters. But once Nora goes to her different realities or “lives” the book gets very interesting. We described the book as self discovery and discussed the good and bad of her different realities. Each of us thought about how important it is to live and let go. We loved the reality of her with a family but Nora realized that she didn’t earn that life and decided she wanted to live and earn her own life. We rated the book an 8.3.
I’d love to hear your thoughts about a parallel universe, or if you have read this books what are your thoughts? Please comment below. It will prompt you to input your email address, but I promise I will never sell it. This is just to ensure you are a real person and not a robot.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
A couple of months ago I posted about The Walk, a novel I read for my book club by Richard Paul Evans. Tim and I read the book together on a trip pulling the Airstream. I would read and he would drive. Fortunately I don’t get car sick when reading.
After losing his wife, home, cars, and business, the protagonist (Alan) was planning to walk from Seattle Washington to Key West Florida, because it was the farthest he could walk on the map, and it was better than killing himself. He only made it as far as Spokane in the first book, so we decided to purchase the rest of the series and see what his journey was like on the rest of the walk. (We knew he would make it to Key West; we just didn’t know the story along the way.)
I’ve already posted a review of book one in the series, so this review is more focused on the remaining four books and the overall series. Each book could almost be read as a standalone as he does recap in each book (if you don’t mind ending on a cliffhanger). However, one cannot fully appreciate the entire series without reading them all.
We finished the series on a few other trips in the car, truck, and lying in bed when we didn’t feel like watching television. It was a good thing to do together, as we could read aloud and walk the journey as a couple, groan at the less than realistic parts, drool over Alan’s brand new camping gear, commiserate when he made stupid choices, reminisce about the places he described where we had already been, and contemplate visiting some of the places he mentioned in the book where we have never been. It’s a great way to pass the time, while spending quality time together.
There are some spoilers here, so if you plan to read the books, don’t read any further 🤪🥴. I thought I’d give you a quick review in case you were wondering how the series ends. Some critiques will be shared as well as things we really liked.
The author’s writing style is easy to read. Chapters are short and manageable. He does a good job of painting a picture of the activity in the book, sometimes in painful detail, but it helps you to “see” what Alan is experiencing in the moment. Also, he has many, many interesting lines that make you stop and reflect. I also liked that he drew a map at the beginning of each book, to show the reader his route and point out interesting places along the way.
Book OneBook TwoBook ThreeBook FourBook Five
The last book was another easy read on our quick trip to Florida between Christmas and New Years to see our friends. We finished the series together on the road and we met our goal of completing the series before the year ended. The stories found throughout the series were heartwarming, while not always realistic. For example, a young mom named Analise with two children invited him (a stranger) to come over for dinner, intimating that her husband would be joining them shortly. When it later became evident that she didn’t have a husband, we felt it was much too bold for her to have done that, for her own safety as well as the safety of her children. Either she was very naïve, desperate, or they are much more trusting of strangers in the small rural town he was walking through.
Overall it was an entertaining series with cliffhangers at the end of each book, nudging us to keep reading. However, we felt it could have all been put into one long novel, or two at most, with fewer lengthy monologues and details about which road he took and what kind of mundane food he ate. (We tired of reading about Cliff bars and Pop-Tarts.)
Unrealistically, there were way too many stories that had a religious twist, when in the real world not everyone you meet is into God or part of some freaky cult group. The retired pastor and his wife who bought the bed and breakfast where he had previously stayed seemed like an odd choice of characters. I truly wish people were more open about their faith as they are in the books, but it seemed forced throughout the series. Also, several references seemed anachronistic for a man in his 30s. A reference to Zsa Zsa Gabor changing husbands 🙄? We understood because of our age, but young adults might wonder who in the world Alan is talking about. Ms. Gabor died a year after his last book was published at the age of 99.
Some stories were very strange, like the cult leader in book four who preyed on his hunger, swayed him to come to the compound to eat, and locked him in the building from which he had to escape. They believed aliens were our god and all the cult members followed one leader. Alan tried saving a woman who was being “punished” by the cult by helping her escape, but she went back to the cult in the middle of the night. He regretted leaving her side, as he thought she truly wanted out. That whole story seemed to come out of left-field, and we wondered if the author was just looking for a filler to entertain. I suppose one could find a hidden message, e.g. the wiles of Satan and how he tempts us when we are weak, but the whole thing was very bizarre. Alan was looking over his shoulder for a while after that encounter, and we had a bad feeling as well.
I read the author’s background and he comes from the LDS (Mormon) tradition, so we wondered if he was sending some type of message about the church at times. Perhaps he was subtly warning people not to get involved with a group that has been labeled as a cult by mainstream Christianity. Nowhere could we find whether he is still active in the LDS church, but we know it is a hard one to leave. He does live in Utah with his family, so he is likely still a member. The religious theme of the series seemed closer to a dismissal of religions, and Alan himself didn’t seem to have a strong religious belief. Yet religion and talk about God was found throughout the series. It seemed out of character, while tugging at the main character. It was difficult to get a sense of who the character Alan really is as it pertains to his own personal faith.
There were a lot more stories than actual walking throughout the series, which made the journey interesting and provided lots of fodder. But there was also enough walk (3,000+ miles) to enjoy the scenery. Alan was met with people and circumstances delaying his walk several times; for example, being mugged, recovering from serious injuries, having a brain tumor (benign), surgery, more recovery, and caring for his dying father. Alan’s walk was delayed by almost 200 pages at the start of book four while staying in Pasadena with his father; however, the lessons he learned while caring for his dad are noteworthy. He grew to appreciate his father more than ever before. He never knew the sacrifices his father had made on his behalf. His dad had written a family history, which gave Alan insight into his grandparents, parents, and his own life growing up as a child. It made me want to write such a history for my own children.
One long part of his journey confronted Alan’s need to extend grace and forgiveness to other individuals. There are some great quotes in the third book which primarily deals with this concept. For example, “we chain ourselves to what we do not forgive.”
Alan’s business partner had stolen his company, which lead him down one path of bitterness. The Holocaust survivor Leszek, who found him passed out on the side of the road, was instrumental in helping him see the value of forgiveness. Alan wrote, “Leszek has taken me into his home to care for me. Would I have done the same for him? I’m ashamed to answer.” We thought it a bit unrealistic that he would run into a Polish, Jewish man in South Dakota, but we tended to overlook these kinds of conflicting details and just read the message. After that encounter (and a lot of introspection) Alan penned Leszek’s words, “It is not the ability to walk that pleases God, it is the desire to walk. The desire to do the right thing. The truest measure of a man is seen in the actions that follow.”
Also, McKale’s mother Pamela searched and found Alan. She showed up in book three. He dismissed her, but she followed (stalked) him for a lengthy part of his journey. Early in the series we learned that McKale and Alan were childhood friends and sweethearts. She was the girl next door — literally. Her mother had left her with an abusive father when she was young, and Alan never understood why. He held a disdain for her mother that is evident in the following book quote: “There are people such as Benedict Arnold or Adolf Hitler, whose names become synonymous with evil and more adjective than proper noun. For me, ‘Pamela’ is such a name.”
Pamela could not keep up with him. She didn’t have a backpack or proper footwear, was not drinking water or eating, but she was persistent in finding ways to locate him on his journey. Multiple times she had a driver drop her off on the road beside Alan. He kept walking. She became quite ill from trying, and finally passed out on the street where Alan had a decision to make: Go back and help her, or keep on going. Fortunately for her he did the right thing, the most unselfish thing to date. There was an interesting plot twist when he finally decided to hear what she wanted to say. And yes, he did choose to forgive her. He wrote, “To forgive is to unlock the cage of another’s folly to set ourselves free.”
“As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker’s socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.”
Book 3, Chapter 9
Alan had a few potential love interests along the way, none of them sexual, which was a bit unrealistic in our view (the closest he came to having sex was with a young single mom Analise who shared his bed and invited him to make love to her, but he rejected her offer because he couldn’t imagine giving himself in that way to anyone but his wife McKale). While he remained pure in his commitment to his deceased wife, he shared hotel rooms, homes, beds, and even his tent and sleeping bag with various women. Perhaps the author’s attempt to keep it PG played into this decision. As a Christian I appreciated the purity, but it seemed unrealistic for a man in his 30s.
“People aren’t wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment. “
Book 2, Chapter 13
Alan finally started moving past McKale’s death as he discovered the second love of his life. Until the very end, the reader was left wondering who it would be? The young mom, or the other two more prominent characters Nicole or Falene? It wasn’t Analise. She was only present in the one story, never to show up again.
One possible love option was Nicole. He knew her as “Angel” at first. He fixed her flat tire on the highway, and then she nursed him back to health after his mugging in Spokane. They lived together for several months while he was recovering (in another purely platonic relationship). Interestingly, while he was recovering at her place in the first half of book 2, he says, “My father came. No matter what he said, his search for me spoke louder.” She helped him deal with his feelings toward his father, and he helped her get through her depression by watching her bucket list of movies together and sharing life together. There was a lot of healing that took place physically, emotionally, and relationally, one of life’s many lessons.
In English we have one word for love. I wish we had different words like we see in other languages, as it would make our communication about this emotion much clearer. Alan was very grateful for Nicole’s compassion. He loved her, and her love for him grew stronger each day. But he loved her more like a sister. When they eventually kissed in the final book, after she had pursued him the entire series, she realized at that moment she wasn’t in love with him but loved him in the same way he loved her. She loved him like a brother. Alan and Nicole remained good friends throughout the series, and they stay connected. Admittedly, the love triangle was resolved a little less messy than I’ve read in other novels. (She ended up with the doctor who was treating his father.)
So that leaves Falene. She was introduced in the first book. She was his assistant at the advertising agency which he owned. When he lost his business and took off walking, she was the only one who stood by his side. She helped him by organizing his stuff, helping him fund his walk through the sale of his things. It took him five books and a trip across the country to realize she was the one for him. He wanted to reach out to her but she had moved to New York and changed her contact details so he could not find her. He hired a private investigator and found her phone number, but he didn’t call her right away. He finally called her after his father died. He asked her to come to the funeral where she told him she was engaged to be married.
From the time she met him she was in love, but he was married to McKale so she had never pursued it. Even after McKale died, she didn’t think she was good enough for him, even though she was a beautiful model. She had several abusive ex-boyfriends, and believed she would always be the “girl behind the bleachers,” never good enough for someone as kind and loving as Alan. She agreed to help him on his walk so she could stay connected. Eventually she broke off her engagement because she had always been in love with Alan.
Alan and Falene finally got together when he was sitting on the sandy beach at Key West and he heard her voice come up behind him. I wasn’t surprised for her to be there honestly, but my reaction caught me off guard. There was a continual question of “will she/won’t she” so it could have possibly gone either way. I admit I was a bit teary when they finally got together 🥲🥲. I thought she would be the one, because he alluded to this in the beginning of the series when he said he never thought he would be married to a model, but the journey to get there was heartwarming.
At the end of his journey, Alan took an inventory of all the people who had helped him on the walk and influenced his life in some fashion. He was grateful for everyone he met, and each circumstance, even the challenging ones. Also, Alan helped several people along the way, like Kailamai, the Samoan runaway teenager who was just about to be raped by a gang (again, a bit unrealistic, but not entirely implausible). He pulled out his gun gifted to him by his dad after the mugging, and saved her life. The two of them walked together for several days, weeks even. He connected her to Nicole, who had by now inherited an apartment complex and a house. Nicole became a mentor to the young girl who became a successful student in college.
He wrote about Kailamai in book 2. “It’s difficult to believe that someone with so many trials could harbor such hope, as there are those with so much advantage who harbor such hopelessness.” She embodies a teen one would like to help. She loved stupid dad jokes, had a positive attitude, and her character made me laugh as I’m also a bit weird.
Kailamai comes back in the end and meets Alan in Key West with Nicole. The two of them were there to welcome when he finished his walk. In the restaurant they read a sign that made me laugh, and then go hmmmmm, “I dream of a day when a chicken can cross the road without having its motives questioned.” So many people questioned Alan’s motives. How often do we question another’s journey in life, and the choices they make? Take a step, and don’t worry about what others think. It’s your walk!
One thing I liked about the series was the spirit of adventure, and reading about different parts of the country where we have personally been. The author got most of it right, as he did take a road trip with his daughter to research the road his character Alan would travel. A few times my husband and I looked at each other and said, “nah…there’s no way he did that in one day.” Some of the stories were adapted from the author’s interviews with a holocaust survivor, hitchhiker, and others who he met on that road trip, which did make it feel more authentic at times.
I was also inspired by the analogy to our own “walk.” Everyone travels a journey in life. Everyone. Everything and everyone we encounter shape who we are. The good, the bad, the pretty, the ugly. Even the health scares. I know I am a better person because of the ladies in my book club as well as others I have met along the way.
Sorry this is so long, but it is a five book series, so you can cut me some slack 😂🤣😂. I hope you enjoyed reading my review of The Walk series. Let me know what you think in the comments below! We would probably rate the series about an 8.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!