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Greetings to all!

After one year of trying another blog site, and finding that the “subscribe” process was unnecessarily complicated, I decided to switch my blog software. Welcome to the new home of “Road Quill”  where I will share the tales of Sandy (the Quilter) and Tony (the Quill) as we explore new roads and revisit old roads in our lives.

Most of the time, this will be a descriptive of our various visitations, but on occasions the visitations may only exist in our minds – well, mostly my mind! I find that the real truth is usually somewhat mundane and deserves to be polished up a bit. I will therefore take that liberty as I put my thoughts and memories to paper. (The following story, as described to me by my daughter, Paula, should be cautionary to me. Her son, my grandson Matt, had been given a bunch of old coins that were in pretty sad shape. In an effort to add value to them, he carefully polished them all up until they shone. Upon presenting them to a dealer, he was told that it was too bad that he had polished them…they had had greater value before he had shined them. That was a sad moment for him, and the story may help to keep my embellishments to a minimum – but it probably won’t!)

In preparation for our departure in just over a week, yesterday I washed Truck House (2005 GMC and 2006 Adventurer Camper). Afternoon temperatures in Nanaimo reached about 10 C. This is quite different from previous years, and once again, there is the pesky and nagging thought – Why are we leaving such a beautiful place and weather? Oh yeah – I remember now…there might still be weeks of rain on the Pacific “Wet” Coast.

I must admit that I hadn’t planned on writing this blog note today. It is mostly to welcome my email family, friends and neighbours who are planning on following our journeys through the blog.

Truck House