Our Trek out into the Wilds of Arizona

These photos were taken with my Kodak Easy Share CD82, it has traveled the Western States and has been my friend. The pictures and adventure was in Coconino Forest Preserve. When our young friends Carol and Joe asked us if we wanted to go along, we were thrilled. When they found out our ages, they were worried we wouldn’t have the stamina but we surprised them and us.

This is the ATV we started our adventure but it broke down as we were thinking about heading home.

This is the two seaters ATVs that everyone else drove. Notice the “path!”

Doc our leader navigating the wash we followed and didn’t lose anyone. There really weren’t any paths, we just followed our leader.

Some of the beautiful scenery that we saw as we were following our leader Doc. He knew the area very well, none of us had ever been out there so were lost most of the time, but loving it.

More of the glorious scenery.

Doc showing us the “path” is good and we can make it down.

we either went up or down this “Path” and it was a blast hanging on for dear life.

I have more pictures and will post them if you would like. The “kids” found out we were in our 70’s, they were scared to death for us. We had the time of our lives! About half way through out adventure when the yellow four seater broke down, that left four of us to walk out or stay over night. The ATV owners allowed us to hang onto the back of their ATVs and sort of sit in the back area. We did have to walk up and down a few hills because of the danger of losing our grip on the bars. The kids that invited us kept apologizing, we loved it.

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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