This place really is breathtakingly amazing.
The stillness of the mountains brings an awareness over oneself it’s hard to ignore. Skyline drive makes seeing the overlooks easy.
The campground isn’t the best we stayed at, but the vibes more than compensate.
I hit a good run, and proceed to a baby wipe shower
Out here, given the circumstances, it gets the job done.
I snack on a can of ch peas and tahini with Valentina’s hot sauce, living in luxury.
It’s funny, a few weeks ago I HAD to rinse beans before eating them , now? I just drain and eat them straight out the can.
A heavy peanut butter sandwich with almonds follows
And some raisins and popcorn follows after that.
I get a quick stretch on, smoke some herb blend and get ready for bed.
The herb blend I’ve been smoking isn’t marijuana, I need to get off that.
It’s a mix of mint, chamomile, rose, and mullen
It gets the job done.
You can’t pick your neighbors; that’s a lesson we learned at Anastasia
These neighbors rolled in late, set loudly, had a dog running off leash, and to top it off had their music blasting.
It’s kind of bothersome when you want peace and quiet and someone is being disruptive.
I try to not let it bother me and just go to sleep, but it just doesn’t seem like it’ll end.
What are my options? I can go say something to them, continue to ignore it
Or I can pray for them.
And that’s exactly what I did. I said a prayer to them, something had to be going on for them to be blasting music like that, internally they are unstable, unaware of their outside world and the beauty life offers, – and that is sad. the prayer was genuine, wishing them help, aid, and happiness.
5 minutes later, there’s a break in the music
Someone screams “can you turn that music down!”
And with that; they shut the music off.
I wanted to shout “thankyou!” But instead I listen to the rain hit the car, in no specific pattern but it makes a beautiful medley.
Champ is dreaming: howling, growling, and whining in his sleep
C is sound asleep too
First thing in the morning, the noisy neighbors were gone.
Maybe embarrassed, maybe to reflect, and maybe to just move on.
I head down to the ranger station to extend our stay here. Our spot – the honey moon suite- is too good to give up. Loft mountain is the tucky campground that people forget about, it’s just exactly our vibe.
The powers been out for almost 24 hours, will it turn back on? It doesn’t even matter. This place is amazing.
We make some drip coffee, go for a walk, and joke with the neighbors about last night
Today we planned to drive skyline and explore, but cloudiness has us call an audible.
There’s a cool strenuous trail about 20 minutes away with great overlook called rip rap.
We drove to rip rap overlook, Corie gets some things done and I go barreling down rip rap trail.
2 hours 15 minutes later, 13 miles with 2,400 feet of vert – I get back to the overlook with CC. I got my moneys worth today.
We have some lunch with a view, shower at the camp-store, grab a six pack of big meadows IPA’s, and some kiln dried fire wood.
Settle back into the campsite, our set up being simple and thoughtful.
Some pb&j’s are eaten with local blackberry jam
A fire is started with some wet twigs that meticulously light these thick logs
And the honey moon suite gets its name served.
Luxury livin
Keep on stepping✌🏽
Joe DiAndrea 