Trippin' with Susan Straley

 I got a bunch of firewood.  My camping neighbor, Judy was going to join me for chat by the fire this evening.  But... now the wood is covered with a blue tarp and I am sequestered inside my little camper as it rains and the day's light fades. Mother's Day, when I wrote you last, I also spent some hours writing for book three.  It is rough, I have lots more work, but I think it might be ready for some other eyes to read, mark up, make some suggestions for changes.   After a beta read through and re-hash, I will send to a professional editor.  It all takes time. If you would like to volunteer to be a Beta reader and provide constructive criticisms on content and flow and mark-ups on any punctuation or grammar mistakes, let me know.  I could print it out and send you a copy somewhere along my travels.     Later on Mother's Day I went for a drive and did some sightseeing.  It was too windy and rainy to go for a float on my new SUP. Only two miles from Davis Lake is the Owl Cre

  Sometimes I make good decisions.   Do I do better that 50%? Hmmmm. I made a good decision when I decided to visit Jean Hawks on my journey north.   Jean is a more recent friend of mine. Of course we met through trike riding. I don’t remember ever meeting someone so passionate about their career.   Jean, at 72 is a psychologist.   She specializes in treating people who have experienced trauma.   She is fascinated by the stories and delighted by the people she chooses to treat. We were going to camp together along with her husband at Paul B Johnson State Park near Hattiesburg and ride the Rail Trail there.   But their RV needed some repairs, so Keith went off across country to get the repairs done and I ended up sleeping in their guest room.   Sleeping very well, I might add. Jean took me for a trike ride around part of the reservoir near their home.   It was mostly trail.   I got to meet her friend, Sandy.   Jean