But retire to where? As I said earlier, while I worked in the city, I’d become a confirmed country boy. We lived on 11 acres way back in the woods off the beaten path in the foothills ofAnother option we considered, but not hard enough, as it turned out, was to move elsewhere in
Virginia’s beautiful Blue Ridge
Mountains. It was plenty of property to support two horses, two
dogs, and a cat, though it was mostly wooded, so no pasture for the horses. We
both liked the remote location, one-and-a-half miles from the nearest paved road,
but only three miles from I-66 and a straight shot to built-up areas and their
advantages. One option was to stay put.
On the other hand, my wife’s family in
The horse trails we enjoyed in
When we first moved there in 1975, we could saddle up at home and ride the trails for hours, freely crossing friendly folks’ properties. By 1997, most of the trails had been cut off by fences put up by displaced, largely unneighborly, city folk.
Our area of
Our research on
The lure of more land, pasture, a home by a lake, and all that 68 degree, sunny weather was strong. And I really wanted to put as much space between myself and