That’s a crazy question, isn’t it?
If you thought you might drop by unexpectedly, don’t. I’ve moved. A couple of things about my new home:
- There is no cell service
- Elevation is above 8,000 feet
- It gets very cold at night
- The birds are very loud in the morning
- The days are quite pleasant
Let’s take a look at each bulleted topic, and I’ll try to tell you why it is important. The issue with not having cell service could be good or bad, depending on how you look at it. I, for one, think it’s a good thing. I don’t need to be tethered to something that does very little to benefit my daily existence. I grew up in an era where you had one phone in the house, two if your family could afford it. When the phone rang, if you could not get to it in time, you just assumed that the calling party would call back. There are not too many things in the world for the average person that require minute by minute updates on events. And that personal conversation you are having with your mother while standing at the checkout counter at the grocery store? It can wait.
I am currently parked for the next couple of weeks approximately 25 miles from a spot where there is any cell service, from any carrier. Since my internet connection depends on cell service, I will only be accessing any online information about every two to three days—maybe less than that if life gets in the way.
Living this far above sea level has its advantages. The air is very clean. The sky is very blue. The sun is very warm. Once your body acclimates to the reduced levels of oxygen in the air you breathe in, you will find yourself feeling better, breathing better, and sleeping better. The major disadvantage of living this far above sea level is that if you have breathing difficulties at sea level, they will be multiplied many times over this high up.
Once the sun goes down around here the temperature falls quickly. This morning when I rolled out of bed at 5:00 it was 32 degrees. That’s right. It was freezing outside, which actually made it cold inside. I do not see a reason to leave my furnace on all night long, so the inside temperature tends to get a little low before daylight. I stay plenty warm snuggled deep within the comforting hug of by bed, though. It only becomes a problem when I find reason to put myself in an upright position to begin the day.
At this time of year the temperature will not get down that low and stay there very long, but it’s long enough to let you know that you don’t want to be caught outside without proper preparation.
Expect to be awakened by the sound of the singing birds. They are many, and they are loud. They get tuned up before dawn, and by the time it begins to get light outside they are well into a chorus of the current bird hit that is being broadcast on the natural airwaves. It’s a favorite of all the feathered creatures. It’s great. I don’t need an alarm clock. I have a bird clock.
When the sun has traveled a short distance into the sky the temperature rises quickly. Even though it might be a little chilly in the shade of the pines and aspens that surround you, the sun beats down hot. By 9:00 the attire for the day is short sleeves, but have a light jacket close at hand for those times when a breeze makes its presence known unexpectedly, or you find yourself lounging in the hammock preparing for a nap.
So, how did I get here? Yesterday morning I was having my propane tank filled when the gentleman doing all the work and I began discussing the weather. When he mentioned that the temperature was forecast to reach 113 today I made a quick decision. It was time for me to get out of Dodge. Or, in this instance, Mesquite.
I knew immediately that I had to get to higher elevation. I’ve spent a little time on the Kaibab Plateau, and I just figured it was time for me to spend a little more. So, yesterday I rolled southbound on highway 67 to forest road 22. Even though fire restrictions exist in the area, I know that this is the proper place for me to be at this time. I may not be allowed to have a fire, or use my charcoal barbecue, but I do have a solar oven. I plan on getting some use out of it while I’m here.
Now that I’ve given you have directions I expect visitors. Just call ahead before you come.
How about we get back to the question I asked to start all this off—does the beer have to be cold? I’m sure I can find people to debate both sides of this argument. Before we take up teams and battle it out, though, let me throw this out there for consideration:
There are only two types of beer in the world—COLD and FREE.
Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.