I really did get the idea to write this blog from all of you fellow campers who have asked me so many questions. And the actual writing started because my three daughters, Kate, Susan, and Emily, insisted that I write them every other day, otherwise they’d call out the coastguard. I love it that they worry about me. Who knows? maybe that’s the whole reason I go on these long trips with my tent.
I’m not a writer by trade. I’ve spent my life being a psychologist doing psychotherapy, and in the evenings being the cellist in string quartets with my musician friends. In other words, I’ve spent my adult life sitting in either my therapist chair or my cello chair. I was determined to do more active things when I retired, and look at that! here I am sitting again, this time writing a blog in my little camping chair, my laptop on my knee.
In 2004 I retired, left my former life in the Hudson Valley, New York, and moved to a little town up in the mountains outside Tucson called Oracle. My three daughters live in Maine, Amsterdam, and New Zealand, nobody needs me, so I felt free to strike out on my own in the direction I wanted to go. I love the southwest, the incredible variety and strangeness of the landscape and the scrappiness and uniqueness of the people who live here. I love the mountains and Sonoran desert. I love the urbanity mixed with the wild-westness of Tucson. I love being retired and being able to do whatever I want. I am so very lucky to be so unencumbered, so free. And I never feel that more than when I’m off exploring this country with my tent.
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