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ruth be told, I’m not much of an adventurer. I definitely
prefer the comforts of home, but after researching artist Linda
Besse, there was no way I was going to turn down the offer to
visit her studio. So, despite the treacherous weather and roads,
I bundled up and forced myself and my tiny sedan out to em-
bark upon my own mini-adventure. band of 35 years) was to pick me up in his four-wheel drive
and deliver me the rest of the way. Thankfully, after a couple
of phone calls, and quick thinking on Jim’s part, we made it
to the studio. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t contemplate turning
around and heading home before Jim arrived, but I’m glad I
didn’t.
The trip was a tad bit unnerving. Nearly sideswiped twice, I
got lost after a wrong turn, and was then unable to make it up
the hill to our designated meeting place, where Jim (her hus- Linda Besse and her studio were worth the trip. Surrounded
by acres of forest splendor, her home and herself were a wel-
come sight. As was the coffee she so readily supplied.
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