That’s not the place I would choose to live as a Catholic. Stunningly beautiful natural scenery, attractive, well-educated, hard-working people, but being that isolated in the Faith wouldn’t be my own cup of tea.
For drastic financial and other personal reasons, I moved to an area of the US with a similarly low proportion of Catholics. I did so under protest, but it was a necessity, and I do have to admit, it isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. One upside has been that at least I don’t have mobs of “cultural Catholics” kibitzing and “running interference” on my modest efforts to bear witness, saying “oh, don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, nobody believes in all that old stuff anymore” (Latin Mass, fish on Friday, the Brown Scapular, speaking against contraception and marriage outside the Church, and so on). At my former place of business, I was the only practicing Catholic, and people just “took my word for it” on matters of faith — not necessarily agreeing (unfortunately), but recognizing that I was Catholic and knew what I was talking about.
