I’m an old mountain boy. I couldn’t relocate to the desert unless it was motivated by critical health reasons or a job that was buried under a mound of cash.
I was a born and raised Adirondack mountain hick. But I love it here in AZ. It’s one of those things that had to grow on me but now I couldn’t go back.
As beautiful as the Adirondacks are (IMO one of the most beautiful places on earth) the desert has it’s own thing. There is beauty in that blasted apocalypse. That serenity you hear about in every cowboy movie? It’s real. Hard to see it when it’s 130 degrees though....