This Small Town Life; Perfection

Yesterday as I began to get out of the car with the pup to go for a hike I watched a bob cat sprint across the highway.
The day before that as I drove our winding mountain roads I watched as two does were grazing on the side of the highway as my sporty Subaru whipped around the blind corners ( and I counted my blessings that they continued to graze on the side of the highway and did not leap ever so gracefully in front of my SUV.)

      This morning while on my short, back pain shortened hike I ran into my best friend on a forest trail. I forgot about the sciatica pain shooting down my leg as we got lost in conversation about our love of the sport of kings ( betting on the ponies)
       This afternoon I ran into my sister-in-law on a walk in a nearby neighborhood than I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in years and had a half hour long talk with her about the ups and downs of life.
This right here is why I adore my small town life.
     I love running into my neighbors at the store or having a two hour lunch with my best friend from high school.
     I love coming face to face with wild life on a daily basis just going about my random hikes and errands.
     People ask me how I live here, it’s so remote and away from everything.
     Half my friends act like I live In the bush area of Alaska and I commute in a float plane to work!

The simple answer is there is nothing like mountain living; fishing streams right outside my door, hiking trails that I know by heart and waving at neighbors as we cross paths on our mountain highways.

Comments

Kelly

April 25, 2015 at 8:01 am

I need multiple lives so I could live out each of the lifestyles I find so attractive….small town mountain living would most definitely be one! Thanks for sharing a little bit of it with the rest of us.

gretchen

April 25, 2015 at 12:21 pm

Did your bush plane break down? I can bring my covered wagon over with provisions if you need them…teehee. I love our mountains just the same. i had a job interview recently and they kept bringing up their fears of my 55 min commute. Dude. I drive 45 mins to target if a whim hits me, and we have driven all the way to indio for a good chile relleno…city folk havent a clue!