I have always loved the mountains. And I’ve always thought I would love to live in the mountains. After having gone directly from boondocking at Three Rivers Campground in the shadows of Sierra Blanca overlooking New Mexico’s Tularosa Valley to the smog-filled traffic jam that is Los Angeles, I can say without a doubt that mountains are a definite requirement for the next place I live.
Yes, our site was really this quiet. And it was well worth the seven mile drive down a narrow dirt road from the nearest full-hookup sites …
Give me the peace and quiet, the deafening silence. Give me the fresh air, dirt, rocks and trees. Give me a horizon that has structure – peaks, valleys, living proof of plate tectonics and continental uplift. Give me land. Lots of land, with the stars up above … don’t box me in.
One certain way to always enjoy the mountains, is to just keep on full-timing. So far, I’m game for that! It’s at least a way to try and discover which mountain range we like best for our new home, if we ever do settle down. But how do you decide?