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To All Our Friends in South Texas, Louisiana and Florida

Here at FMCA our hearts go out to all those who have been impacted by Hurricane Harvey and Hurricane Irma. These include the area residents, victims, first responders, and citizens who have stepped in to assist their neighbors.

Hurricane Harvey and Hurricane Irma: Looking for resources or ways you can help?

1. Make a Donation
The following organizations* are accepting donations for South Texas and Florida relief efforts.
American Red Cross: www.redcross.org (https://www.redcross.org) or call 1-800-HELP-NOW (800-435-7669). Or text IRMA or HARVEY to 90999 to make a $10 donation.
The Salvation Army: give.salvationarmyusa.orgor call 1-800-725-2769. Or text STORM to 51555.
Catholic Charities USA: www.catholiccharitiesusa.orgor call 800-919-9338. Or text CCUSADISASTER to 71777.
*Please note FMCA is not affiliated with and/or advocating these organizations.

2. Volunteer with RV Disaster Corps
RV Disaster Corps has put out a call for RVers to staff volunteer centers. Volunteers with RV Disaster Corps assist people displaced by storms and help first responders. Because RV Disaster Corps volunteers have their own accommodations, they can relocate to the impacted area without requiring scarce local housing resources. www.rvdisastercorps.org.

3. Help Evacuees Find a Safe Place
Texas: The Texas Association of Campground Owners has identified RV parks with space available for Hurricane Harvey evacuees. Visit https://texascampgrounds.com or www.TexasCabinRentals.net. It is recommended to call the parks in advance; availability may change based on current weather.

Florida and Alabama campgrounds: Information will be posted as available: www.CampFlorida.com and www.CampInAlabama.com.

Alabama state parks: Call 1-800-ALA-PARK (1-800-252-7275) for availability.

Florida road conditions: Real-time traffic information is available at https://fl511.com. Or call (866) 511-3352; in Florida, dial 511.

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Full-timers discover that alternative routes can lead to memorable moments

By Patty Lonsbary

Here’s a little story about our “worst” motorhoming experience … I call it Stay on the Red Roads. The moral of the story is, Read the map legend.

“Look at the map and find me a little town on a red road off this interstate where we can boondock for the night,” my husband, Ed, requested.

We were on Interstate 540 south of Fayetteville, Ark. Our Wal-Mart atlas showed little towns on either side of this green interstate route. They each had red routes running though them, but to get to them, the map showed that we’d have to travel on tiny sections of black roads for a few miles.

Ed and Patty Lonsbary“Take this exit to Winslow,” I directed.

The two-lane (black road on the map legend) wound past houses under a canopy of trees still bright with colorful orange, yellow and red leaves. Then, the road began to descend into a valley.

The grade became steeper and steeper. Yellow road signs posted speed limits for the upcoming bends in the road. The distance between these signs lessened and more warning signs appeared. Then, the big yellow signs with big black arrows pointing around the 90-degree switchbacks directed us first right then left and right and left again. 

Ed asked, “Was this a red road?” 

Sheepishly, l admitted, “Well, there’s just a little section of black road that leads to the red road in Winslow. We should be there any second.”

“Patty, I can see the towed car snaking beside me on these turns!” Ed exaggerated, but not by much.

I wanted to close my eyes so as not to see the yellow signs with big black arrows on the descending turns. And, I reassured myself that Ed had navigated a road like this before when we visited the Gila Cliff Dwellings a couple of years ago. I did close my eyes that time, but I also knew that we’d end up in a heritage park. What kind of town had I selected now for an overnight visit?

One of our bus conversion friends once told me, “It’s not the driving that I like so much, it’s arriving.” I felt happy to arrive in Winslow, Arkansas. Well, sort of happy.

We parked parallel to the railroad tracks on the only street without a curve or hill.  “Let’s take a look around,” Ed said, heading out the door.

“Are you kidding? Let’s get out of here,” I screeched. But he didn’t hear. So I followed Ed because I wasn’t staying in the coach alone. The town looked abandoned.

“Ed, this building houses the Winslow city office, water company, library, police station and jail!” The space was smaller than our coach.

Further down the Main Street row, we found a store with straw hats and baskets in a disarrayed window display where a sign read “Open Saturdays.”

The next series of windows may have been to someone’s living room. Through the Venetian blinds, I saw newspapers open and scattered on the floor. Across the street was a marker from the railroad days and engraved bricks recognizing the 20 or 30 donors by name whose gifts made the site possible.

In our brief wanderings, friendly people in pick-up trucks and cars waved to us as they drove past. We noticed two ladies had parked and went inside Lena’s Beauty Parlor. Ed and I followed them inside.

The ladies were sisters. Lena introduced herself as the beautician who had been doing hair in Winslow for more than 30 years. Her sister, Barb, sat in the salon styling chair in her nightshirt explaining that she had slept through the day because her role in the chaplaincy of Washington Regional Hospital had kept her up all the night before. (Small world! I had conducted a feasibility study for the hospital’s charitable foundation two years ago.) She had impulsively begged Lena to give her a wash and style at this late hour of the day. She didn’t expect visitors.

Pointing to the coach, Ed asked, “Do you think it’d be okay to park here? That’s our coach over there.”

“We figured that much. How did you get here?” Lena asked. I explained the red road scenario. 

“Well, don’t go back that way. You’ll bottom out. I’m surprised were not pulling you out of the ditch right now. Be sure you head that way out of town,” she said, pointing to the right. “Route 71 is just past the post office. It’s a bigger road and will get you to the interstate.”

She was quiet for a moment then added, “Seeing that my sister and I are city council members and the two of us make a majority, you can park here in front of the town park and my beauty shop. Consider that permission to stay the night.”

Winslow, Arkansas, City HallFrom Lena, who boasted to be the oldest resident of Winslow, we learned that in the days before air conditioning, people came from as far away as Dallas, Texas, to escape the summer heat. Winslow was their summer spot in the Ozarks, cool and country. The railroad brought them. In fact, a train still passes through the old stone tunnel each night at 3 a.m.

There’s an abandoned school on the hill. The governor of Arkansas closed the school some years ago because there weren’t enough kids to meet the 300-minimum requirement to stay open. The general store is for sale. It’s the one Lena’s dad had owned. She said the family thought of leaving Winslow to open a bath house when she was a teenager, but the other town just didn’t feel like home, so they returned to this little town in the Ozarks.

Winslow felt homey to us after our visit at the beauty shop. We enjoyed a good night's sleep there and waited to hear the 3 a.m. train whistle when the locomotive roared across the tracks. 

Moral of the story:  I will read the map legends, but I may still take us down those tiny black routes, occasionally, as alternatives to the red ones. I wouldn’t want to miss visiting another town like Winslow, Arkansas.


Read Patty and Ed Lonsbary’s Meet a Member on FMCA.com. If you have an off the beaten path story, send it to webeditor@fmca.com.

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