Several years ago, Bear and I met a fascinating couple named Doc and Carolyn Meyer, who lived outside of Roy, New Mexico. There were several things about them that resonated with a us. Theirs’s were a lifestyle that greatly appealed and intrigued us to get to know them better. Let me illuminate some of their traits that were so captivating.
They built their beautiful ranch house with their own hands, on a canyon wall overlooking the infamous Goodnight/ Loving Cattle Trail. When you stepped inside the front door, your eyes noticed that the large room gently narrowed as it receded to the back wall as it followed the natural bedrock. The wooden stairs against the north wall lead up to their bedroom.
I instantly loved it and was so envious of Carolyn! “Oh, not to own a vacuum cleaner!” But it wouldn’t have done you any good anyway if you did have one – they were totally off of the grid with no electricity!
Kerosene lanterns hung about the room or were placed in prominent locations like the kitchen table to shed their light around the room and off of the adobe walls. But wait . . . this was no ordinary kitchen!
A full sized chuck wagon sat over near the west wall! Not only did it fit their old west décor but it also provided her with a pantry for her cooking staples; storage for all of her metal blue cowboy dishes; and a drop-down cutting board and work area for food preparation. Sitting a few feet away from the wagon was an ornate enamel wood cooking stove just like the one we used to have in our master bathroom back in Kansas! Oh, my, could Carolyn cook up some fine vittles in her cast iron kettles, especially homemade buttermilk biscuits fresh out of that oven!
They also had built a water cistern up on the hill behind the house to collect wet snow in the winter and rain the remainder of the year for their drinking and household needs. In dry years, they simply hauled their water in from town.
To see ol’ Doc coming down from the house was a glimpse into the pages of history itself. Every day he strapped on his leather holster with two side arms to be prepared to shoot any of the many unwelcomed rattlesnakes that shared his property; long leather cuffs at his wrists over a starched shirt and jingle spurs hanging off of the tall decorative cowboy boots he always wore; and of course, a large Stetson pulled down over his huge mustached smiling face!
Poor Doc had to be warned by the local bank teller that he had to keep those pistols outside the next time he came into the facility!
But here is what really sets them apart. It is where they came from. Doc was called that because he was a real medical doctor, plus he used to teach some classes at Southern Methodist University. However, all of that hoopla didn’t matter.
Carolyn and he decided to walk away from it all and escape the daily rat race to begin a new life and adventure in a remote part of New Mexico.
And that is what I admire.
You are never too old to chase your dreams.