Condensing a couple of weeks in Southern California into a few short sentences, my time there was well-spent. I visited old friends, made new ones, and confirmed that big cities are not for me.
My last hurrah in Los Angeles was a hangout with buddy and fellow full-timer Glenn, after which we both declared our nomadic wimpdom and bolted from the 80-degree mercury for two different sets of mountains. I ended up at 6000′ in San Bernardino National Forest down the road from a spectacular lake, enjoying nature’s free air conditioning and hiking up to the snow at Mount San Gorgonio.
Equipped with a solid 375 AH battery bank I was able to use my projector and speakers sans generator, and the whole forest experience was a win. Cruising on from San Bernardino I spent a few days climbing and juggling in Joshua Tree National Park, eventually moving on to the Nevada shore of Lake Mohave where I’m bowing before the magic contained within my new cellular booster. (I plug the booster in and “Searching…” turns into two bars of lightning-fast 4G.)
My neighbor here is an Alaskan who is building a houseboat, and he has countless stories of sheep-hunting on glaciers which would remain spectacular even if only 10% true.
This campsite is free, the weather is perfect, the lake is shimmering, the ducks are acting stupid, and I’m listening to Ravel. Anyone who thinks I’m crazy for living this life – I’m sorry to say but you’ve got it backwards.