Dave Wright Writes

  Premonition By Dave Wright Hurricane Ridge, Olympic National Park I’ve never been a big believer in premonition, nor have I been particularly intuitive, but while driving our camper on our trip to Washington state last September, I felt this nagging suspicion that we were going to experience a breakdown. 1,700 miles later we arrived at Eric’s home without incident. Quit your worrying, Dave. Then, on a side trip to Olympic National Park, a noise like we were` dragging Marley’s chain rang out from beneath the camper. I pulled over on a narrow, winding road east of the park to discover a strap that held our water tank had rusted out. We had just filled up with water, so the tank hung precariously beneath the coach. I needed to drain the tank, and then lay in the swamp I had just created to attach the strap with a jerry-rigged piece of wire. Sue was impressed that I didn’t reach for the duct tape—usually my first choice for emergency repairs. Back on the road. Maybe this was...

                                     Wright’s Sjö Stuga A Gift of Joyful Experiences by Dave Wright From the first floorboard laid on my foundation in the 1920’s, my sole purpose has been to offer joyful experiences to everyone who crosses my threshold.                                                       —“ Sjö Stuga ” Early Years Perched on a steep hill overlooking Lake Sylvia in central Minnesota, our Sjö Stuga (Swede for “Lake House”) was originally part of a small resort—one of four cabins offering sanctuary from rain and mosquitos to fishermen. They came with their cane poles to pluck sunfish and bass from the clear waters ...