I went to a little town today that's only a few miles from Ben Avery's gun range called Carefree. Carefree is a neat little town that used to be a housing development out in the middle of nowhere for the rich and famous but attracted so many people they turned it into town.
The housing development was advertised as a place where wealthy people could have a winter home far away from the stress and responsibility's of their normal lives and spend the winter playing golf, and flying there private airplanes around in the desert, far enough away from the big city that they would not be bothered with normal big city problems.
The concept worked and it brought in people like Bob Hope, Barry Goldwater, and many other well-known names that were attracted by the perfect winter climate, the solitude of the desert, and street names that assured you your problems were left far behind. After all how worried can you be living on streets named, Leisure Lane, Restin Road, Peaceful Place, Nevermind Trail, Serene Street, Rocking Chair Road, and Tranquil Trail.
So today even though Bob Hope's gone the town still has a laid-back atmosphere and has evolved, some might say devolved, into an artsy crafty kind of community. With incomprehensible art and expensive wines for sale on every corner. And with a new age aura permeating the town, it kind of reminds me of Sedona Arizona without all the big red rocks.
But It was nice place to visit for a day, and I did feel pretty relaxed while driving down lazy Lane, which apparently was named after me. But I didn't feel like I would fit into the rich neighborhoods or any neighborhood for that matter.
I found myself thinking things like, that's a beautiful home but I wouldn't live there. After a while I would get tired of the view, tired of the neighbors, and tired of the property tax, and have to go somewhere else. So I might as well keep doing what I'm doing, living on sunshine and searching for the perfect boondocking location.