Doctors, Nurses, pills, blood tests, X-rays, injections, poking, and prodding take up a lot of my life. I know that's necessary, but every winter we pack up Bertha (the big red truck) and escape for a couple of months to the remote desert of southern Arizona. We're so far out that it's more than 20 miles to the nearest Starbucks (OK, we actually bring along our own espresso machine).
There are more coyotes and javelinas than people in our neighborhood...just the way we want it. Now don't think we suffer too much--our trailer has electricity, water, sewer, and WiFi (the bare necessities of life). The sun shines almost every day and we consider 70 degrees on the cool side. Bubba (our faithful old Jeep) loves to crawl through the cacti, up mountains, down washes, and over, under, and around all manner of rocks. We hike, I run (slowly), we feed the birds and bunnies, and enjoy calm, quiet, and amazing scenery.
I almost forgot to mention our time sitting in the sun, reading, and sipping a cool glass of wine, or two, or... Hey, it's OK, nobody has to drive home.
If you think I'm trying to make you envious, you're only a little right. Come on down for a visit. We'll share.
The real bottom line for us is the mental and physical lift we get. Each year we feel rejuvenated and look forward to the NEXT winter. Home on the farm is great but being away from home (and in the sun) has special beneficial qualities. And at our age we need every little boost we can get!
axman
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