One of the perils of being named as a great place to live in various magazines (are they even still a thing?) and in some sort of poll, is that people wish to move here. As a long-term resident I am somewhat dismayed by the attention (and the increase in housing prices, cars on the road, people, etc.). But of course I do understand it. So how did I come to be here? It wasn’t my first choice. We drove through town after a visit to Grandma, and I couldn’t believe how much the town had grown (way back then). I said in my out loud voice “Look at all the new housing, what a horrible place. I would never want to live there”. So within six months we had packed up and moved here for M’s job. So the job was the reason to come, and I really did not pay enough attention to the other selling point, there is great scenery here.
The mountain is the current selling point, and and it’s why the town has grown I think. (There was originally a gold rush on the mountain that caused white people to move here, plus there is a bit of water and that equals civilization).
The mountain is beautiful, mysterious and ever changing according to the light.
This city park is amazingly popular with tourists, there are even a few hiking about in this picture.
This is the view for people who can’t afford to live in a house. The largest homeless shelter is nearby, and lots of people camp out along the creek (although this is technically illegal). Even at it’s least desirable, it’s still a great place to live. Even the pigeons on the wire are looking to the mountain.
One thought on “Why here?”
I used lists of best places to live when deciding which cities to visit when getting ready to retire. Now, when I see our city on one of those lists, I think “Oh, no.”
I remember saying, “Who would want to live where it snows in May?” I changed my mind. Seeing the mountains makes my spirits lift and I think how happy I am to live in such a beautiful place.