Arcata, California- I made it. What can I say? I finally freaking made it to California. But I still don’t live in Blue Lake. Or anywhere for that matter.
After Tahoe there wasn’t much left to the journey. Well, there was, but it was all coming to an end. I wasn’t going to turn around anytime soon. At least not for another year. Three total, if I’m lucky.
I’m pretty sure dinner was eaten that night then sleep soon followed. I think Justin, Sarah and I watched Blue Velvet, while Joshua and Nick went out to a house party. I had a nice wake up call at 5am. Then morning came and I was ready to head out. I had my crap together. I was ready, but due to circumstances out of my control, I didn’t end up leaving until 2:30. I was annoyed. Maybe pissed off a little. But it was whatever most of the time. Eventually, I was going to be where I needed to be. I was only mostly upset that I was robbed of my daylight. I don’t ever really want to take CA-299 again. Too dangerous and I’m a city driven’ gal. I probably would have enjoyed that drive a lot more had it been in the daylight. And it’s kind of funny too. How one of my bucket list so to say things was to pick up a hitch-hiker. I don’t think so. At least not for a long while. I guess he wasn’t a hitch hiker so much as er…maybe a mooch? As much as I love pizza, letting me eat a couple of slices isn’t the same as a $37 dollar tank of gas. But again, whatever.
I texted Dan and told him that I think my California starts beat his Wisconsin stars.
In the meantime Arcata is really rad. I told Chris Lee it’s like Jay-Jay Reed 100x. Or the most hippie person in Athens 100x. Every other person is barefoot and has dreadlocks. The air probably is made up of some percentage of weed constantly. I kind of made a joke to Dan that I should start up a straight edge club in Humboldt, because I’d make soooo many frannnnds. Be sure to insert the Adam voice when you do that. Everyone is friendly. And I think I am little different here. And that’s o.k. I’ll fit in somewhere.
The people that I am staying with in Arcata are also really rad. And they are totally letting me stay here until I can find a place. Of course within reason. Always within reason. Even though, I’d totally live in their closet. I kind of hope I can live in their closet.
Once I settle I’ll write to Subaru about this journey. And that will be it. I’ve cried and had minor car issues. I’ve driven, I don’t know close to 3,000 miles and spent maybe close to $300 on gas. I met some Germans. And some creep-o’s. It’s worth will soon show. And maybe once I have a place where beds are made and butter is added to toast, I can truly write a farewell to this journey and begin a sort of Dell’Arte Diary.
So thank you for the follows, like and reblogges.
I knew you were there, every step of the way. To spin a lyric “We’re all traveling. Just not in a straight line.”
Oyeah. And housing. I’ll need to find that too.