If I were not too old to live somewhere else, my first choice would be western Washington State . I lived on the west coast about halfway between Seattle and Portland, near a tiny town called Mossyrock. I lived near a large lake, where there was great fishing and swimming, and lots of walking trails in the state park near there.
Sometimes, we made a day trip to the ocean, and I really miss living too far away to go and stand with my feet in the ocean.
It rained a lot, but when the sky was blue, it was the most beautiful blue. My home was at the foothills of Mount St. Helens, and I rode my horse back into the mountains on the old Weyerhaeuser logging roads. Sometimes, we took the Jeep and went camping up there, which was a lot of fun.
I miss that life.
There were huge blackberries growing wild everywhere, and I had all of the berries that I wanted every year.
As long as you lived away from the large cities, the cost of living there was not that bad, and we didn’t have the people and all of the traffic that you would living near Seattle.