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On a whim, we stopped to look at Prescott, Arizona.  Ten days here and we purchase a house!
Here ->  Pine Lakes

When we set out almost five years ago, we sought adventure and eventually a new place to live.  A place with good weather, a small town suitable for retirees, a reasonable cost of living, a public radio station, a college, and a Costco and a Trader Joes.

We found plenty of adventure.  And met plenty of nice people.  But, as we moved about, we couldn't establish a real feeling of community.  You know, what they now call Face-time as opposed to Facebook.

Came so close with Park of the Sierras.  But for all the beauty of the members and the land, we would still need to live in an RV.  And that was the deal breaker.  Too much fooling with sewer and propane and water hoses and all that stuff.  Bumping my head in the bedroom and the storage areas.  Living in 300 square foot space with steps up to the bedroom.  No - not for the rest of our lives.

And we're a bit weary of towing and setting up and breaking down.  Looking for internet and phone service.  Driving a BIG TRUCK.  Always using the GPS to get around, cause we don't know enough about where we are.  Not seeing familiar faces. Getting lost in the latest grocery store.

Time to come in off the road.

We intend to continue traveling, visiting friends we have met and those we have left behind.  But we won't take our house with us.  Just our dog and a change of underwear each, with our names on the associated briefs. 

Will we become boring now?  Yes.


Will I continue to write this blog?  Maybe between games of scrabble.

Bruce, the Bland