Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Life. . .On Hold

As I type this, I'm looking at the beautiful San Juan mountains in southwestern Colorado. Quite a different view than I have in Texas. I'm in awe of the evergreen-dotted rock formations and lush mountainsides. The little town of Ouray sits in a bowl, as you can see from the picture. No matter which direction I look, there are mountains. Glorious and majestic. Each nook and cranny carved by the hand of God. This truly is God's country.

Once upon a time, this was a big mining area. I often try to imagine what life would have been like back then. Hard, to say the least. Then I consider the people who live here year-round today. Those who experienced over 400 inches of snow this past winter. Snow is still visible in the mountains. Many of the passes are still closed. This laid back, almost remote life is such a polar opposite from big-city life in Texas, where we're excited to see a few flurries fly.

The people here are interesting too. Granted I don't know many, but I've come across some intriguing people. One fella lives here in the summer, saves his money by camping, then spends the winter months traveling to places like Nepal or Peru. We went horseback riding with an honest to goodness straight-out-of-the-movies cowboy, complete with handlebar mustache, as well as stories and expressions all his own. Quite a character indeed. Several folks live rather nomadic lives, following the tourist trade. Complex yet simple lives I can't even begin to imagine.

I've also met families who've given up the city for a better life. A simpler life. I do wonder what it would be like, to chunk everything my family knows and start over with a dream of living "the good life." A simpler life. I could see myself running a restaurant or bed and breakfast. That's one of the great things about being a writer, we can live vicariously through our characters, giving them opportunities we only dream of having.

Now it's your turn to share. If you could chuck the life you have and start over doing anything else, what would it be?


  1. Mindy, I've also had those thoughts of chucking everything and going for a simple, down-to-earth existence. Grow your own food, get electricity from a windmill or solar panels, pump fresh mountain water into the house--all away from the rat race of society. But that would also be a really hard life. And I'm kind of spoiled by my dishwasher and eating out! :)

    It's funny that everytime I say what I dream of doing, I have to preface it with this: If money were no object...

    Well, if money were no object, I would own a beach-front house and go there for a month in the fall and/or spring. I'd write and pray and vegetate. All at a slower pace. All with family. No commitments, no appointments, no work (other than the writing). That's what I'd do if I could chuck everything. :)

    Enjoy that glorious scenery!


  2. Hey Mindy,

    Every time I drive down I-35W on the way to our fireworks stand, and enjoy the stretch between Alvarado and the joining of the two I-35s, I always wish I had a lovely farmhouse on a hill so I could look out over the rolling hills, watch the various crops grow, watch the sun move across the land everyday, and experience an awesome thunderstorm for miles, coming and going. And not have to travel to town no more than once every two weeks.


    Jen FitzGerald

  3. Hey Jen, great to "see" you. I love those rolling hills, too. It's too flat where we are.