My anxiety about trees has come back thousandfold since we hit Stanislaus state forest. But i think it's not the trees per se so much as being trapped without my own mode of transport out of the trees. In Germany a couple years ago i walked into a dark forest on my own at sunset, and it was okay because i knew worst case scenario i could head to the river and walk along it till eventually hitting a village. I went camping in Canada once, and even though we were hundreds of miles from civilization surrounded by racoons and coyotes, i was still okay because i got incredibly high, and oh well anyways because i had a driver's license and the car was parked right there. I very much hate depending on all these other drivers to take me everywhere, and to be beholden to their schedules and wishes. Our car is probably the most easy-going of the three, but it's still always a consensus to go anywhere.
That said, it has been alright so far. In Tahoe i walked about 10 miles along the highway, stopping at various bars along the way to chat to locals and commuters from Reno. Now i am left completely alone in a cabin in the woods, which could be the start of a horror movie, except you know. At least there is wi-fi and cable. That's pretty much it, though. There is no cell reception, or any fucking stores. We don't have much beer either, so later today i am going to walk back to the store we passed last night. Which only opens at noon, of course. At least i have a chance to upload some pictures and write a journal entry.
I can't fucking wait till we get back to the desert. We briefly drove through it in Nevada before going on our massive detour over Sonora Pass because roadtripping Europeans can't bear the idea of driving along the same stretch of road twice. The neat thing was we very briefly drove past Sonora and Jamestown, and along a stretch of highway i know very well from when i lived with T and we went up to visit E in Calaveras county on a regular basis. I did not expect to see that on this trip, and even though the guys zoomed past because apparently dried out grasslands are boring to them, it was full of feels and memories for me. Dried out grasslands and deserts are my favorite. That's the true beauty of California (and America in general) to me - where the sun is hot and the cacti go to die and the highway goes on forever and you feel as free as the circling eagles.