Have you had any days where the idea of a life of solitude, maybe in a small cabin in the woods, sounds appealing? You know, when you are fed up with the daily grind, the fools you have to suffer, or the conflict and discordance that seems to make up the world around us these days.
During our recent visit to Dinosaur National Monument, about 12 miles past the Quarry, we found the cabin of Josephine Bassett, local legend, independent women, pioneer and someone who actually lived life on her own terms. She settled into this isolated place in 1914, at age 35. (She built several cabins, the one that stands today was constructed in 1935.)
She provided for herself. Raising and butchering her own livestock, harvesting and canning her own vegetables. She chopped wood for her heat, her water came from a spring, and her light from an oil lamp. She used the box canyon she lived in as a corral. She was accused (but never convicted) of cattle rustling, married five times (but ultimately chose the single life) and she lived this lifestyle well into the 20th century. In 1964, she slipped on some ice and suffered a broken hip. She dragged herself into her cabin, where she was found by friends several days later. She died that spring at age 89.