The routine typically goes like this: husband and pals hunt in Idaho for years and when retirement time rolls around they bring their wives to Idaho in June and the place is beautiful...green, flowers, lakes, Julie Andrews singing, etc.
They sell their place in southern California and buy 5-acres and a nice house and have money left over for snow machines, boats, a horse or two, a new pickup truck and a goat.
Then winter shows up. The nearest Walmart from my place is a 3-hour drive if the pass is not closed, and the nearest airport with commercial flights is also 3-hours. No malls, no friends; and meanwhile, the husband is out on his snow machine with his pals, ice fishing, hunting and having a swell time.
Nest spring, the FOR SALE sign is in the yard and plans are being made to move to a retirement commune in Arizona.
And those of who have lived here for 30-years say...good riddance!