In the year 2000 my husband,
Dennis and I moved from Phoenix,
Arizona where we both had lived
our whole lives, to a cattle ranch
out in Kirkland, Arizona when my
husband accepted a job as foreman on
the Hozoni Ranch. Our nearest neighbor
was eight miles away and I felt like we
were in the middle of nowhere. It was a
pretty big shock for me moving from a big
city, but we loved it!
I remember seeing a newspaper article
about a women’s adventure group named
‘Sisters on the Fly’. Most of the women
had cute vintage trailers and loved to fly
fish and camp together. There were rules:
No men, no pets and no kids and just
have more fun than anyone. My husband
encouraged me to join... although he
didn’t have to push too hard. I had missed
being with girlfriends since we had left
the city.
A friend and neighbor sold me my first
trailer - the “Hanky Panky” - a 1969 10-
foot Playmor. I had so much fun fixing it
up with a cowboy theme. As cute as the
Hanky Panky was, it was pretty small,
especially when Dennis and I went
camping together. A wonderful friend
whom I had met through Sisters on the
Fly told me that she had a 1958 17-foot
Oasis just sitting at her business. Her
husband had never liked the trailer as he
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