I just arrived at my Grandma’s house in Trinidad, California a few hours ago from cross country camp. Camp was right on the Eel River, off the Avenue of the Giants in Burlington Campground. I’m so glad I went! Even for the short time that I did. It was awesome to see the team and the coaches again and there’s something about the cool, quiet of the Redwoods that is so relaxing. It’s definitely a place in the world that I hold among the dearest in my heart… and yes, that’s one of the corniest things that I’ve ever written.
Yesterday we hiked 7 miles to the top of Grasshopper Peak…
…a vigorous, optimistic day full of good people and good food and lots of sweat and dirt. Needless to say, a hot shower felt unimaginably amazing. So did a steaming hot plate of pasta, a few s’mores and cozy game of sardines under the stars.
My Grandma’s house is so relaxing and cozy that it’s 2:15 in the afternoon and I’m about to take a shower and read a book in The Beachcomber Cafe, or possibly walk down to the beach and stroll the pier… Or maybe I’ll just curl up and watch a movie in the hammock. Decisions.
She’s so accommodating and has offered her camper as my little retreat, and I plan on taking her up on this as often as possible.
I’m staying until Saturday morning and then I guess I’ll begin my descent south into the real world, but I don’t wanna talk about that. This is me purposefully signing out for a few days, turning off my cell phone, and escaping. Goodbye.