Anyway, it was a SPN roadtrip except instead of classic rock we listened to violin concertos and went to a cello concert (Zoe Keating!), and instead of my brother I hadn't seen in two years I went with a best friend I hadn't really hung out with in eight. And instead of stultifying traumatic backstories keeping us on edge and passive aggressive we just shared all of our problems and insecurities we wouldn't have felt comfortable divulging to people we lived with, or saw more often. Petty things, silly thoughts, superficial judgments, all of those things that we're all too nice, evolved, and self-assured to have--yeah, all of that. All of that was quite shared.
Well, that doesn't sound like SPN at all, you say. No, it really doesn't, and it really wasn't, but let's be real, when has that ever stopped me?
In any case, the weekend was gorgeous and emotionally cleansing and off-the-cuff in ways that were sort of expensive but very liberating, and evocative of the very best spontaneity has to offer. We didn't have any reservations, so it took a couple tries to find campgrounds and we ended up in some kind of strange places, but they were memorable nonetheless.
Our first campsite was a Mystery Spot (where the laws of physics--have no meaning!), which means it's a site that's not in the park computer system and therefore does not really exist, according to cheery-but-ultimately-creepy Park Guy Dan. They called it the Bridal Suite.
We passed through a number of little towns I'd either heard of and never been to, or straight-up never heard of (though they're all now close to my heart). I may need to drive back up to the North Bay to see my grandma because when we passed through Petaluma we saw the Seed Bank--a huge corner store that looked like a real bank but sold seeds and, you know, farming stuff--and I desperately want to go inside. Good old North Bay. <3
We also went hiking at the Point Reyes National Seashore, which in four miles covers three of your major Californian habitats:
What can I say, I'm a NorCal purist; if it's not cold as hell and you didn't have to walk/drive through a forest to get there, it's not a real beach. The camping itself was a little civ for my tastes, so this hike was a definite highlight for me; but the kitschiness of everything else was pretty worth it on its own, too. I prefer mountains to buildings and rural to urban, but you really can't go wrong with gross Americana kitsch.
Also, I've created my wishlist for SPN S9: A bottle episode that takes place entirely inside the Impala, both while moving and while parked on the side of the road because they can't find a place with any vacancies. Because the apparent ease with which they find reasonably priced lodging is an affront to the sad reality of reality! H/C a bonus but not a requirement. Artistic shots of the Impala's interior floors, however, are non-negotiable.
I also had a dream that I'd finished and posted my spn_j2_bigbang and that was sad because that's not true. :(