The desert calls to all manner of dreamers, drifters, and free-thinking contrarians. Offering too much sun, too much space, and too little water, the desert allows these people to be exactly who they are. It is the lucky outsider who sometimes gets a glimpse into the life of a bonafide iconoclast.
A visit to Bob’s place in
A mostly-retired engineer, living alone, and in his early 70s, Bob prides himself on living frugally. He carries no debts. He owns a comfortable trailer and rents a spot in a very clean park for next to nothing. He buys old cars for a song, drives them till they drop, then buys another. He wants for nothing save time to think and read and garden and tinker with his investment portfolio and dance (Bob is passionate ballroom dancer, tripping the light three to four times a week – “I don’t exercise. I dance and I sit. That’s it.”). This frugality also gives him flexibility. When Chuck’s health was ailing (a year and a half ago now), Bob simply shuttered his place, drove up to
We arrived at Bob’s place mid-afternoon. He was waiting for us. No sooner had he showed us around the place, lingering only to cover the details of his garden, we loaded up into his car and took off on a guided tour of
After living for three years in the Eugene/Springfield, OR metro area (total pop. 210,000), we can’t agree more.
After a wonderful night of conversation and Sudoko lessons, then a morning of thrift-store shopping, we bid Bob a heartfelt adieu. It is our sincerest hope we drift through