March 6, 2016 11:31 AM
With about a week’s worth of cold and rain and (possibly) snow in the forecast, I broke camp yesterday to find more comfortable climes. In the afternoon, I made a temporary camp in the forests south of Flagstaff with the intention of heading out in the morning, knowing full well that if I got caught here in the rain, the dirt roads would turn to mud and I’d be trapped in the snow and the rain for the next few days.
So of course, at 3am, I was awoken to the sound of a light rain on my roof.
Had I listened to my brain and its logic and reasoning and of course its fears—had I listened to it and fled in the dark, I would almost certainly have gotten stuck in the mud. But I listened to Her (I tossed the stones and they/She said stay) and went back to sleep and in the morning—in the light of day—I was able to avoid a deep mud puddle/trap that I would not have seen had I headed out in the dark of the night.
As I type this, I’m sitting in a little cafe in Sedona. I’ve got mixed feelings about Sedona. I like the people and the scenery, but I don’t like the crowds. The locals are cool and spiritual and kind, but the traffic and the rules and the fees for everything are discouraging.
Tourist towns are often like that: The town and its locals want the tourists for the income but then the tourists come and the town becomes overwhelmed and loses its… innocence.
As I type this, I don’t know if I’ll camp near here or head further south. But that’s the nice thing about living in a stealthy van: For the most part, if you can park there, you can sleep there.
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