After a couple of months moochdocking, in which we started and finished many fabulous home improvement projects, we hooked up our little space pod and headed for the wild. We landed in the Alabama Hills the first night and took a long deep cleansing breath. It was good. Nothing like that lunar landscape to settle yourself down, open that heart chakra and get you all dusty and dirty. It’s comforting to return to places we’ve been and loved well. It feels like coming home only it’s not Thanksgiving or Christmas, it’s just Wednesday and there’s nothing to do and no one to see for miles and miles. It’s just you and the sky and those mountains. The heart rate slows the breath deepens the mind lets up on all the monkey shenanigans, you find your “spot” and settle in.
We moved on.
We found a new to us spot in Bishop on the Volcanic Tablelands. Wide open views of the Sierras and a 10 minute drive to town. We explored the petroglyphs down Fish Slough Rd, which were astounding. Messages from the past to ponder.
We moved on.
We drove 6+ miles down a bone crunching washboard road to another amazingly beautiful spot called the Rainbow Basin. Just 10 miles outside Barstow CA. We arrived at the Owl Canyon Campground just as the sun was setting. I felt myself “settle” a few more levels. The deep silence and beauty of that place was mind-blowing. It didn’t even matter that every jar in our fridge was twisted open and tossed around all our food. Kimchi, bread and butter and dill pickles, soy sauce and mustard all soaked into everything in there. It might have made a mighty fine salad dressing or sauce for ramen had I the desire to cook a meal. I did not.
We hiked the canyon in the morning and found a niche to sit in which I’m pretty sure only appeared for us and then closed when we left. It’s that kind of place.
On the way out and back to town we stopped to check the fridge and set things right before our longish drive and found the sonic jiggle bath our little trailer took this time, had opened the sink faucet and flooded the entire house! We threw down every towel we own, cleaned up the under sink cabinet and drove on knowing everything would be dry before we got to our next stop. And so it was. At least everything in the fridge stayed put and we got to do a major house cleaning and laundry! See? Nothing is f*&ked dude! I lit some candles and burned some sage and went and soaked in a sacred pool.
All is well.
For now.
“….this is a test and only a test. If it had been a real emergency…..”
And, the adventure continues!
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Yes!
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Magic.
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Fantastic pictures. Thanks for taking us along. Big love!
Xoxo
Barbara
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Thanks Barbara!
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It sounds like sorcery, the best kind. To think this world you travel in exists alongside mine. Blows my mind sometimes. Love to you beautiful nomads.
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Love backatcha! I do believe there are unseen energies at work here. Like little “storms” that pass through and though I have no idea what they are or what they could mean, I always take notice and slow down or stop. Thank for following along. XXOO
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It’s sorcery, the most wonderful kind. To think this world you travel in exists alongside mine. Blows my mind sometimes. Love to you beautiful nomads.
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I wish we could have connected over the weekend — Carl and I went briefly up towards Mammoth, stopped in Bishop and Alabama Hills on the way back. I was wowed and overwhelmed by the landscape — your post does it justice!
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me too! Sorry we missed you guys. I know you must have had an amazing time. That place…. it’s powerful. XXOO
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