06/20/11

Today I leave Santa Cruz.  Sadly.  Krista’s already gone to work…so crushes through the brain for you, love! 

I’m driving South now…weird!  ‘Cause I missed Big Sur and one HAS to go to Big Sur if one is in California!!!  I drive up to this campsite because all the State Park ones are full and as I’m checking out the site some dudes drive slowly by in an suv and need to tell me that they like my tattoo…yea.  Thanks!  Hopefully you are leaving and will not be directly across from me for the rest of the night.  DOH! 

So I’m set up and decide to hike for two hours up the mountains and through the redwoods and also randomly fall while going downhill because I wasn’t paying any attention.  Right there, on both knees and they bled soooo bad.  Of course when you fall and you’re alone, ones immediate reaction is to look around to make sure no one saw you and then if all is clear bark a laugh out, THEN look down at the damage caused.  Aw, that ain’t bad, I’ll just dust it off a bit and then pour a bit of this water on it and……GOOOOOSSSH!!!  Oh, gosh.  That blood is not stoppin’.  So what’s nice about being a lady in the woods?  Some of us carry emergency stuffs for our lady bits with us at all times and when one doesn’t have band-aids?  One uses said item, and let me tell ya’, they work real nice!  Krista Jean had even taught me about the Sticky Monkey plant that has medicinal uses to heal you and will stick to you like a band-aid.  I looked!  There were none!  I really wanted to use it too.  (sigh)  I’m scabbed up real nice now.

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Back to camp! 

Jezebel pulls up 2 sites down…with 3 hoops attached to the back of it.  Really???!!!  Come ON!!!  So this couple is from LA from a co-op and they are just in Big Sur for a few days.  Ok then, I can see that.  Jezebel probably could have made it from LA to Big Sur without any issues.  Tsssssss…showoffs. 

The camp manager popped by too and got all sorts of enthralled with my set-up in the back.  Like almost scary so…she wanted the whole story and how I figured out the containers and were they separated into specific uses (of course!!!!).  I guess they were reasonable questions?  Yea.

Then I met the woman camping next to me who is also from LA and on vacation with her dog.  She offered me some of her Port later on…

The couple to the right of me walked by and stopped and “heard that I was alone and traveling from Maine”.  Yep.  So ye’all are just going to randomly pass by all night and not actually hang out with me???!  What?  California, what are you??  In Tennessee, I couldn’t keep em’ away…

Later on I saw this couple crowded by the dumpsters with their faces all alight with the glory of phone power.  Yea, that was the portal of internet access (and they even gave me the password fo’ free!).  It was slow though, and Amber’s attention span is super short lately……………..

Sorry, what?

Oh.

I turned around and decided to get my “I’m a big girl and have been trying to make friends my whole life through all sorts of different schools” attitude on.  And it somehow felt just like that.  UGH.  I don’t want to be at the lunch table all alone again!  BLECH!  Alright.  GO!  I walked over and asked the chick from LA (who had Jezebel and the hoops) if she wanted to hoop.  I did that.  Alone.  Tssssssss, ‘course I did.  YEA!  We hooped for a bit and the couple next to them joked about it “dinner and a show, blah blah blah”, they were also from LA.  So we hooped together for about an hour chatting and such and then she stopped and needed to sit down.  Really?  Just get something to drink and come back.  Oh.  That kind of sit down.  Ok……..I’ll go……dammit.  Naw, I don’t need to sit, thanks.  It was nice.  Sort of.  Not genuine.  I think that’s what I’m missing most right now.  Genuine.  Love, smooshes, crushes, laughter, talking, realness.  Portland, Oregon, you better be real or I’ll kick your ass!!!!