Driving to the Oregon coast from Portland, we pass through Scarpoose and the “peace candle;” really a peace silo, painted red with a giant fabricated flame on top.
I could just feel the world drawing closer together as we whizzed by on Hwy 30.
QUEEN OF THE ROAD
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The True Tale of 47 States, 22,000 Miles, 200 Shoes, 2 Cats, 1 Poodle, a Husband, and a Bus with a Will of Its Own. Available June 10, 2008 from Broadway Books, an imprint of Random House
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About Me
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- Doreen Orion
- Growing up a Princess from the Island of Long (with no desire to be promoted to Queen of the Long Narrow Aisle, but I’m getting ahead of myself) I loved to write, but didn’t think I could make a living at it. So, what was a Jewish only child to do? Why, go to medical school, of course. Then, I met Tim, a fellow psychiatry resident. We’ve been together ever since, progressing through the all important M’s -- Monogamy, Moving in, Mortgage and Matrimony. And now, unfortunately, Motor home. But, I’m getting ahead of myself, again. Then, my first book was published. I started writing screenplays. I cut down my practice. I was quite content. Tim, working 60 hours a week, was not. His solution: a midlife career break, living in a converted bus for a year with our pets, traveling the country. “Why can’t you be like a normal husband in a midlife crisis and have an affair or buy a Corvette?” I demanded. “I will never, EVER, live in a bus.” Tim’s obviously the better shrink, for I've since come to this: I count among my greatest accomplishments that our bus was the centerfold of Bus Conversions magazine, thus fulfilling my lifelong ambition of becoming a Miss September.
Our Bus
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Haines Junction, AK
Brotherly Love on a Bus
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Morty and Miles
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They'd rather be driving
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Sunset over Lake Erie (if you knew me, you'd know it wasn't sunrise).
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Mt. Poodle
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Acadia National Park, ME (sunset, again).
I am the God of Television
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Project Nerd fixing the satellite TV...
... getting locked out of the bus and...
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... cleaning up after the fire and...
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... finally, finding his bliss.
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And a new bliss of mine, discovered on our trip... photography. This photo taken in Tracy Arm, AK.
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(One should always have more than one bliss, shouldn't one?)
Morty...
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...likes snoozing on the "dog bed"...
(although sometimes he lets Miles share)
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Which is more than I can say for me when he snoozes on my laptop.
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Only proving the Poodle is a bigger man than I. (In spite of the fact I ensured early on he was no man at all.)
(Which is why...
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... Tim usually tries to sleep with one eye open.)
Although, how could anyone be angry with that face?
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Either of them, actually.
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As for Shula...
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... if Miles has to hear one more toll booth operator say, "What a gorgeous cat!"
he will throw himself into the ocean.
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OOPS!
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Let's find him a good place to dry out.
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Death Valley during the "hundred year bloom." Nearby Las Vegas proves a lousey place for his parents to dry out. I mean, look at the crazy thing we did!
Elvis Has Left the Bus
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(Fortunately, neither of us ever plans to.)
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Available June 10, 2008
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