Wild adventurous spirit in the mountains
The woman here are not your average women. They are strong, independent and push the boundaries. Gloria Steinem’s new book My life on the road talks about the women and men she met traveling across America. She should have come up here to this American mountain town. The women are true adventurers As one local said “you think you are a tough man, there is always a tougher woman”. He is right.
While swimming at the recreation centre just outside Breckenridge I met a “mountain woman” she is 20 years old and living in her car, throughout the winter. She has a good job and earns $1,500 a week, and chooses to live in her car. I asked her about her daily routine; she said she drives around, goes to work. She has a membership at the recreation centre, she works out and then does her shower. She said she does not let herself shower, if she does not work out, that is her one rule, because she eats out every day.
I asked about what how she gets through the night? She said she locks the doors and keeps the car running throughout the night. She has a Honda accord and it is great on gas. She spends about $300 a month living in her car.
It seems in this gorgeous mountain town there are more jobs than there is places to live. A bedroom in a shared house averages $1,000 if you can find one. It seems there is an underground population working day jobs, living in cars, and heated garages. I asked her why people would put up with that. She said “just to be here, this is a magical place”. The woman here are defiantly not the norm, and I admire them.
I think back to when I was 20. I was doing what was expected, going to college to get a degree. I would have been too scared to break out on my own, much less travel by myself and live in a car. Only since my husband’s death 8 years ago, did I decide that I was fed up with waiting for others to travel with. I remember a time when I was planning a south american trip with a girlfriend, and she cancelled because of her partner. I distinctly remember the feeling that I could wait the rest of my life for a travel companion, or I could break out on my own and just travel. So I did, and I have been traveling alone ever since.
Part of me wishes I had this adventurous spirit at 20. What would I have done if I had bucked expectations and gone on a wild adventure 30 years ago?