California is huge and it now feels weird to drive with local plates.
I took my time more than ever, soaking in these last weeks, and I saw big red trees and beautiful beaches on the North Coast, and more snow and mountains in Lassen Volcanic NP, I met really cool travelers on a breathtaking hike in Tahoe and escaped to a smaller lake that was much less crowded, I fell for San Francisco (3rd time’s indeed a charm) where I caught up with dear friends, I made it to Kings Canyon where I finally had a couple encounters with (friendly) bears, and rediscovered Sequoia NP with new eyes.
Among a lot of other stops, chilled time in awesome free campgrounds and mundane camping activities that filled my days of free range life.
But for the first time since I hit the road, I can’t find the words. Probably because I’m trying to process all the feels. The adventure has come to an end and I don’t know how ready I am for that.
I wish there was a concise way to summarize my Epic American Road Trip but of course there isn’t. It’s something that will probably stay with me for a while and will undoubtedly have an influence on what’s next.
For now LA is next, but I’ll be sure to keep my beloved rooftop tent on my car as a reminder to not let “real life” take over. Because as far as I’m concerned, the past 6 months really much felt like real life.
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