1000 Voices Pt. 2

      Flounder and I left Eddies house at 4am and make the 8hr drive up to Yosemite. Other than a little morning Traffic in LA it was pretty easy. I pulled into a grocery store outside of Yosemite where I went back and forth with myself about what my next move after Montana was going to be. Parts of me were excited and other parts very down for reasons I can't explain. Although I had Flounder I felt alone. The driving and weather was taking a toll on me. From age 19-22 I was dead set on doing things alone, and I did a lot of stuff by myself. But that got old quick as I learned having friends or a significant other to do cool stuff with was way more fun.

      Still I set out on this adventure, maybe it was my ego that pushed me. But I was humbled very quick during that 20hr drive when all my plans went out the door and that'll stick with me forever. My dad was going to fly into San Francisco and I was supposed to pick him up February 14th. Ultimately I decided I couldn't drive another 20hrs unless I was heading home. Flounder wasn't eating or drinking, and I was tired of keeping him pent up. I called my dad and told him how I felt and he said it best to me "you created a prison in your mind" which I 100% did. When you have no one to talk to your mind starts to wander into places it shouldn't, at least for me it does. But he's going to Puerto Rico with his girlfriend, so he didn't loose out on anything. Fortunately he's a very opened minded and understanding person. Anyway I pushed on to Yosemite, a place I had dreamed of seeing for years. It was amazing even covered in snow, and still pretty crowded. It was pretty funny seeing a bunch of little cars cruising around the park with chains. I pulled up to the Tunnel View where you can some of the most beautiful landmarks Yosemite has to offer. It's a wild feeling being somewhere you've seen in photos for years and then finally being there. I took some photos then stepped back to enjoy it. 

We headed down to the village where I went to visitor center, I asked about camping at upper pines and the ranger told me it had just filled up. I was in disbelief because it was a thursday and the park was covered in several feet of snow. He told me Hodgdon Meadow campground would be open so I settled for that. It was about a 45 minute drive north, I pulled in the campground and everything was covered in several feet of snow. There was no way we could stay here. I was pretty frustrated as once again my plan had failed. Staying still was not an option so we headed to Sacramento looking for campgrounds along the way. We found a campground, I fired up the stove, lost my wallet for about 45 minutes and tore apart my whole truck in the process looking for it. Turns out I left it up at the campground check in office, that was one hell of a scare.  Then I cooked up some chicken for Flounder and I, I think I watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High again then dozed off into the night.

1000 Voices In My Head Pt. 1

       So, I had this idea of driving across country again basically after I got back the first time in 2015. I saved up bought a van, tricked it out, then I sold it to a friend. I loved the van life but the places I like to go require a 4x4. So, I bought a 2007 Tundra and made a little home out of the back with my dad and brother in law, eventually adding a mini wood stove to it. The set up is sick. It's 4 wheel drive, has a 5 gallon water tank up top and a thule box for surfboards and anything else extra. The bed set up is a wooden L platform with a 6 foot drawer underneath for all my gear. Plus, the wood stove provides heat and a place to cook on. The whole nomad lifestyle over the past few years has blown up #vanllife #roadlife you name it and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The photos glamorize it and the people do too and that's what I fell for. It's awesome living so simply. I love it, but I learned quick it can be extremely painful and stressful at times, especially when your plan doesn't go the way you wanted it to. So, you have to adapt and I adapted the best I could. These are my 1000 voices from road, as honest and open as possible.

      Flounder and I left on the 18th of January, we drove to a rest stop outside of Nashville, Tennessee and crashed. We slept soundly for 7 or 8 hours then headed towards a Walmart in Amarillo, Texas. We arrived and it was cold and blowing up to 40mph so I cranked up the wood stove and we watched a movie and ate popcorn. I was stoked! This was what I was looking forward to. We slept for 4 hours then I decided we'd head to Monument Valley in Utah. That was the worst call I've made in a while and where my plans went south. I should of looked at the weather before I even left home because I would have waited a few days. The whole south west was getting hammered for days with snow and rain and I didn't know that until I got to Monument Valley. Anyway, I got there and was super excited but also bummed at the same time. I had no one to share that excitement with, sure I had Flounder but it wasn't the same. I think it was then I realized how experiences are so much better shared especially ones likes these. I didn't stay very long as I had checked the weather and things looked really bad. I had planned on staying in Zion National Park and a few places in the Arizona.  But the weather ended up pushing to me San Diego which was supposed to be last on my trip. So, It was either get stuck in snow and rain for days or charge it south to San Diego. I ended up driving 20 hours that day. It took a serious toll on me as I drove through one hell of blizzard in Flagstaff, winds gusting up to 40-50 mph, then pouring rain more south, then rain and fog with little visibility the closer I got to San Diego. I'm not kidding here but the last 2 hours of that drive I started hallucinating bad. I swore I saw a purple elephant and trucks with hands coming out them. It was so dangerous and weird and nope I wasn't on mushrooms or acid. I drove from Maryland to California in 2 days on about 12 hours of sleep. 

       Eddie is an awesome friend who lives in El Cajon. He let me crash for a bit until the weather cleared out. It was even raining in San Diego. So, I took my truck over to the Toyota dealership for an oil change and they ended up finding 3 recalls and fixing 2 of them, one of them is where the accelerator gets stuck. They couldn't fix that one for some reason but they installed something in the computer where if the accelerator gets stuck and I hit the brakes the motor shuts off?? Not really quite sure about that but I'll figure out the rest once I get home. On one of the clear days, I met my sister's friends Jeremey and Jill. Two awesome people and I'm glad to have met them. Jill and I took her Prius to the Salton Sea. We intended on hiking that day but we saw this huge body of water from a view point and I said you wanna go there? She said yeah! Pulled up the map and it was the Salton sea. So off we went. We took her prius as my truck probably would have ran out of gas on the way there. Nothing for miles except good conversations and a couple trailers out in the middle of nowhere. It looked like something from Breaking Bad. We got there and it was a strange place, smelled of death. It turns out the salinity in the sea rose too high and killed off everything living in it. We were walking all over dead fish bones and barnacles. I imagine that's what Mars would be like. Thanks for driving Jill! 

 

 

2 Days in Big Sur

Beef Jerky, pop tarts, a cliff bar, trail mix, a gallon of water bananas and apples. That was my food for the 2 nights and 3 days in Big Sur. It lasted me all the way through. This has to be one of the most beautiful drives in America right on the cliffs of California, it's amazing and hard to keep your eyes on the road. We made it down from Santa Cruz to a campground called Plaskett Creek. It's right up the street from Sand Dollar beach (I didn't find any). Avery and I scored some awesome waves there,  no shark sightings, crystal clear blue water, it was like surfing in listerine. Mountains and high cliffs in the background, it was so beautiful. There was a fire ban so nights were kind of dull but regardless I got to sleep outside in a hammock under the stars, it was the best. Again 2 nights of amazing sleep outside. This was the end of my week trip out there, I had a lot of fun and thanks to Avery for cruising around that week. But I still felt out of place for a reason I still can't find, I felt the need to be at home, so I flew home and continued working. Something is in the works though, I just bought a mini wood stove for the back of my truck, maybe north west bound?

Stay tuned

South Bound

We're heading south to Santa Cruz down pacific coast highway, and if you haven't driven it I highly suggest you do. It's a beautiful drive, mostly near the coast. We pull up to steamer lane almost dark and Avery paddles out, he's itching to get wet. This is a world class wave and I'm lucky enough to have caught a few waves here the next day. Av gets out and we head east into the redwoods to a really cool campsite, it was about 9pm when we got there, we had no firewood, little food and a few small flashlights. Let me tell you setting up a tent at night is very frustrating, plus i'd never used this new one of mine so I had no idea what I was doing. Eventually we go it up and soon I dozed off. I swear i've had the best sleeps in a tent, hammock or in the back of my truck, weird huh?

Gas Station Coffee

Writings from my journal, October 1, 2016

We woke up early and headed back down to the very same spot that a shark had chased Avery and I out of the water the day before.  But first some gas station coffee, it all taste the same. There's a bluegrass concert going on in the park up the street but I stayed back and continued to read "Into the Wild" and enjoy the ocean views. I couldn't put this book down, read it if you haven't. I ended up getting out of the van to go down to the beach as I opened the door I bumped it into this older man dirty old van, I peeked inside and apologized. He laughed and could careless.  We ended up talked for almost 2 hours, from Toyota vans, Volkswagens, mormons, Bob Dillon, and the civil war. We covered a wide variety of topics. His name is William and he's originally from the eastcoast but moved west in the 80s. It's cool to be in an unfamiliar area and spark up a conversation with a guy all through simply opening Avery's van door into his. When most people might be rude, he saw it as an opportunity to converse.

Catching up

Writings from my journal September 29th, 2016

Well I've landed in San Fransisco, it took about 30min to get my surfboard, all I could think of was that they lost it, and that would of had me really flustered. But it came in and wasn't broken thank goodness. Avery and Liv pick me up and I hopped into the back of his old Ford Aerostar Van, it's fairly clean on the inside and a bit dusty on the out, and someone wrote "Hell Boy Rules" on the window. I love it. We also pick up Liv's friend Emma then head to a safeway grocery store to grab some beer and food. Hoping to score some waves at ocean beach we drive up, it's a bit junky but looks kind of fun. Avery and I have a few beers and paddle out. I'm a little buzzed, those apple ales are really strong.

    We're out having fun trading waves for about 45 minutes then Avery yells "DUDE WHAT WAS THAT?!" I look out the back and not far past him is one of the biggest dorsal fins i've ever seen and it's racing at us. We start scrambling in, luckily there was a wave that came in and we both got on it and safely made it to shore. This was 100% a shark, it moved like one, very fast across the surface, not like a dolphin would. Both of us are standing on the beach in our wetsuits in shock and disbelief looking out the ocean hoping to see it again but it never comes back up. It was hard to find the words to describe that session. Welcome back to California.

This Isn't What I Want Anymore

Flounder and I camped in Shenandoah National Park for one night, It was a quiet peaceful night by a fire I had started with dog hair and dry leaves. Flounder sheds a lot and I brought a brush to brush him every now and then. We woke up early to rain and fog. I went to the showers and I must of put in 8 quarters hoping that would last a bit, but nope the water ran out and I was stuck with soap all over me, with no quarters and a forgotten towel I had to dry off with a dirty t-shirt. It wasn't the best morning start but it got me going. Flounder needed a walk before we pressed on, so we strolled around the woods for a little bit. Getting back to my truck I noticed Flounder was not into this, he always jumps into my truck with endless excitement but this time not so much. I had to pick him and put him in, and we left that dreary mountain.

Two years ago I wanted to drive across country again, but over those two years I started thinking about doing something else, I just wasn't sure of what. On the outside I would tell people that's what I was going to do but inside I wasn't so sure anymore. I left anyways to see if that would light a fire under me to go. Then Half through West Virginia I looked at Flounder and he looked so sad. So I stopped at a gas station and talked with a few close people in my life about it and made up my mind. This isn't what I wanted anymore.  What I was so passionate about years before I wasn't so much anymore. I didn't want to put my dog through hours and hours of driving. I didn't want to do it alone either, like I originally wanted. I wanted someone there. 

I drove from that gas station in West Virginia six hours to my cousins house to collect my thoughts and think. I talked with my friend Avery for a bit. After that conversation I bought a one way ticket to San Francisco, I'll be meeting him out there with just a backpack and a surf board at the end of September. I'm looking forward to some In-n-Out Burger and hanging with an old friend. I know I'm going to miss Flounder more than anything, but I know my mom and sister will take great care of him until I get back. 

 For Flounder.

For Flounder.

Strange Comfort, The End.

We were homeward bound, we were about 36 hours away from our family and friends. That was easy, Nina and I could split up the hours between us. The only thing is home started to feel like it was the back of my truck, unorganized, dirty, and a pain in the ass getting in and out of to go to the bathroom at night. It was fun, stressful, painful, and free. It was strange comfort. One thing Kim Wilson(a friend of mine) said to me before I left was that this trip will be different, "you are the captain of your ship, you can go wherever you want". I didn't know what she meant by it then but I did 100% leaving Utah. I was able to go off the beaten path and find some of the coolest places i've ever seen in my young 22 years. It was a blast. Did I really want to head home? I'd sell all my belongings to re-live those late nights drives not knowing where we were going to sleep, but waking up in some of the most beautiful locations. 

We got back out on I-70 heading east towards Cisco. A ghost town founded in the 1880s used as a watering stop for the western railroads steam engines. We hopped off the exit, drove for a few miles until we came across a mess of old houses, cars, trucks and other buildings. Everything was in shambles, being in these town is always so cool to me because they're out in the middle of no where, and they thrived for quite a while, most until the interstates bypassed them all. Johnny Cash actually wrote a song about a man who lived in Cisco titled "Cisco Clifton's Filling Station" the town was also in 2 movies "Vanishing Point" and "Thelma & Louise" I've never seen them. But I did listen to the song after stopping here. If you've seen those 2 movies you'll recognize them in the photos I took. The tiny little post office was probably the coolest part of Cisco. I'll attach some photos below. The sun was setting as we left that worn little ghost town, and we got back out on I-70 to head home.

The catch was that we wouldn't stop, Nina would drive and I would sleep in the back and the other way around. It seemed to be working fine, we got into Colorado with out a problem, then maybe 2 hours into the state it started snowing. I fell asleep for a bit with only light snow. When I awoke Nina was driving less than 30mph and we were in a blizzard with out question. Every sign we passed said "illegal to proceed without chains" just like the ones in Utah. But we had to keep going. Nina drove us through majority of that blizzard, so I gotta give her a ton of credit for that. She pulled over at a gas station so we could fill up and it was my turn to white knuckle the steering wheel for a while. She asked me "what are we going to do?" I said " I don't know but this is not good". It was the coldest cold i've ever felt and the most dangerous conditions i've ever driven in. Way worse than Utah. We must have driven under 30mph across half the state. We could not see 20 feet in front of us, it was epic, it was scarier than hell. Going I-70 across the U.S. was a terrible call on my part. The drivers of Colorado must of thought these Marylanders are nuts. I was so focused on getting us home safely I don't remember a whole lot about that, only it started to clear up around Denver. We made it through that blizzard alive though more than relieved. We were filling up at gas station out side of St. Louis, Missouri and I thought lets make a pit stop in Ferguson where all the recent riots happened about Michael Brown being shot. So I set the GPS that way and we headed that way. Driving there I was nervous, it was dark out now  and I didn't know what to expect, the news loves to exaggerate things and play the race game to pin whites against blacks and blacks against whites. But passing through it was nothing like Fox News, CNN, MSNBC, portrayed the town to be, it was small and fairly quiet, burned broken buildings from the riots and some memorials out remembering Michael Brown. I pulled over at Ferguson Optical Eye Care, where a man came out for a smoke break. I introduced myself and told him what I was doing, Instantly he started talking about the graffiti on the wood he said "the businesses that had their windows busted out had them boarded up but let the local highschool students come out and paint on them" I thought that was great, he also talked about how the town has never been racist in any way. He said majority of the damage was done by people who don't live here. He walked me down the street and showed me all the artwork. I didn't expect him to be so friendly, it was nice to see he cared. We said our goodbyes and I thanked him for his time.

We drove around some more checking out the town then getting back out route. I drove some more before having to stop and sleep and have Nina drive. The next thing I remember was waking up in the back of West Virginia only a few hours away from home. We had finally made it, driving my truck for over 36hrs straight. Surprising everyone 2 days before Christmas. My families faces were priceless i'm assuming Nina's were the same. It was a unforgettable learning experience. 

Thanks for reading my stories it was a blast sharing them, we are limitless. 

Matt Landon

Raised By Tides

In Time for Arches

Leaving Salt Lake City early, it was gloomy. Rain and snow lie ahead of us. I've never driven in snow in the mountains so I was a little bit intimidated. It went from rain to snow very quick, the snow started to fall heavier and heavier, which meant everyone driving drove slower and slower. The more east we went the worse it got, signs started popping up and flashing "Unlawful to proceed with out chains", people started pulling over and putting chains on their tires. I specifically remember seeing an elderly woman get out of her PT Cruiser with chains and proceed to put them on. I got quite a kick out of that. But with 4 wheel drive engaged we didn't have a problem, what worried me most was the cars and 18 wheelers spinning in place or sliding backwards with no traction. But we made it through the snowy mess relieved and ready for Arches National Park. It was about 3 hours before we made it out of the snow, the sun came out and the clouds cleared, it was like an invitation to Moab, Utah. We arrived at Arches a little bit later than I wanted to because the snow turned a 3 hour trip into 5 or 6 hours. I remember speeding down the 2 lane road that takes you to Arches passing people left and right, I couldn't wait to get there. We arrived and took an hour long ride around the park stopping and going, checking the wild rock formations and arches, it was beautiful. A national park i'd love to  camp in, no cities around so you know the so stars shine so bright.  Standing under one of those arches makes you feel so small, it puts a lot into perspective. We had to leave so we weren't looking for a ghost town and indian petroglyphs in the dark. The first stop was a indian petroglyph site that lie way off the highway in between a bunch of plateaus. I found the right exit, passing through a soon to be ghost town named Thompson Springs, the census in 2010 was 39, it looked a lot less than that now. I ended up on a very narrow road with nothing but plateaus all around me. It looked like something out of The Hills Have Eyes, it was definitely creepy not knowing what lies ahead. Slowing down I see another vehicle, it was a couple doing the same thing we were, just searching for cool things. I got out of my truck and asked how they were doing, they said great, and told me it was perfect lighting to shoot right now and pointed out where the petroglyphs were.  What was spooky were the petroglyphs, hundred of thousands of years old, dating back to A.D. and B.C. Some looked like aliens, some looked like animals, some looked like people with weird features. I can only imagine what the native americans meant and what they saw back then. We stayed for about 30 minutes walking around and observing them. Before we left I went back in the corner of this canyon to get a wide angle shot of some of the bigger markings, they must have been over 6 feet tall. But as I took the photo I had this cold sensation run down the back of my head and down to my feet. It wasn't very cold out either, I found that feeling odd, I've never felt anything like it. So needless to say I got us out of there very quick, speeding back up the road to the highway, a family in a mini van were heading back to where we just were. One cool thing was seeing the pioneers graffiti near the indian petroglyphs some dating back to the 1800's with their names next to it. (If you look closely in some of the petroglyphs you can see bullet holes) There was a ghost town deeper in the canyon, so I'm assuming the people who settled that town saw the writings and wanted to leave their mark as well. I would have gone back and looked for it but we were loosing light. It must have been wild to be a pioneer back then and stumble upon these markings, not having a clue of what these markings meant. Now there are so many interesting theories. We still have one more ghost town left and a blizzard that almost left us stranded in Colorado. Stay tuned!

In the gallery below are some photos from Arches, the indian petroglyphs and the town of Thompson Springs. Enjoy!

Smooth Sailing For The Time Being.

The drive to Zion National Park was a breeze, no wind, no rain, no bad weather, we arrived in Zion about 7 or 8 hours after leaving Eddie's. On our way to the park, we drove by a Walmart with a camper set up in the parking lot so we figured that would be a safe to stay. We arrived at the park entrance around 8 pm. There were no rangers in the booth so we drove in to see what a night in Zion was like, and it was beautiful the stars were amplified x1000. We were so stoked. I shot a few pictures then we decided we'd go see the new Hunger Games at a movie theatre 30 minutes away. It was the cheapest nicest movie theatre I've been to, 31 dollars for 2 tickets a large popcorn and 2 drinks. After the movie, we drove to the Walmart and parked close to the camper we had seen earlier, hopped in the back and passed out. No Christmas movies that night since we planned on waking up at sunrise the next morning. We awoke to a beautiful sunrise. I loved Utah so far everything felt clean and fresh. At Eddie's, I had done some research on ghost towns in Utah and a few popped up near Zion so I figured I'd give it a shot in finding them. Well I found one, Grafton, Utah it was settled in 1859. The town was plagued with disease and several indian attacks and was abandoned around 1921. The road getting there was basically driving on rumble strips the whole time, it was rocky and rough. Interesting things are always found off the beaten path and this ghost town sure was one of them. We stumbled across the grave yard first, dwelling there was the shallowest of graves, worn wooden grave markers barely standing, it was surreal. It had a sign with the names of the people who had died and what the cause was. We were standing in what was once the "wild west" where indian attacks were very common and disease was so easily caught. Just down the road was the actual town, Grafton. It was a beautiful worn down western settlement, being there was somewhat eerie but I was so happy to be in a actual western ghost town. We walked around took a ton of pictures then headed to Zion. In the park we weaved our way around this beautiful land in awe. I couldn't keep my eye on the road constantly looking up and around these beautiful canyons, hoping to spot a mountain lion somewhere. The park was absolutely beautiful, we stopped and watched a bunch of bighorn sheep eat leaves from a bush then watched one run down this mountain that looked impossible to walk down. I can't even imagine the park in the summer when you can swim in the springs and hike the narrows without a dry suit. I hiked up to the beginning of the narrows, it's a hike in the river that runs up into Zion with all these huge canyons next to you, from the pictures it looks epic, beautiful, and dangerous. The only problem is I didn't have a dry suit so I could only look down the river and dream some more of doing that. We left the park and headed to Salt Lake City, where we met up with Nina's cousin, Anna and had some of the best tacos at this sick little restaurant she worked. Yes, some of the best tacos I've had were in Utah, weird I know. She let us crash at her place for the night. The next morning we woke up early and cruised out to Arches National Park, stay tuned.

Thanks Anna!

-RBT

Rainy San Diego.

Nina and I were in San Diego for 5 days before we made the trek back to surprise everyone for Christmas, but the journey home is its own story. Of the 5 last days we spent in southern California it rained 4 out of the 5 days. Which isn't normal for San Diego I hear. They were mostly lay days though, having to gain some energy from not sleeping many hours in the back of the truck. Luckily the day it was nice there was waves so Eddie, Nina and I drove to pacific beach and hopped in the water for a few hours it was a blast, the kelp was so thick one time paddling back out I had so much of it stuck on my leash I was just paddling in place. Most of the time had to strip my leash off once I got in the inside in order to paddle back out. That was the last session out west and I was stoked Eddie and I got to share a few waves. Nina and I finally got to see the movie "Wild" starring Reese Witherspoon, it's an amazing story about a young woman hiking the pacific crest trail with hardly any camping and hiking experience, struggling with her inner demons along the way. It's an amazing story and I recommend everyone to see the movie, I can't wait to read the book. On one of our last nights Eddie and Kate loaded the family up with hot chocolate and we hopped in the car to cruise around to some neighborhoods to see the Christmas lights, one of my favorite things was seeing Christmas decorations across the country, and it was nothing short of beautiful on the west coast. We prepped the truck made some more room in the back, said our sad goodbyes before the kids left for school then we set sail to Zion National Park in Utah. I cannot thank Eddie and Kate enough for their hospitality, i've said it a million times but they truly made us feel at home. Next up Zion, Salt Lake City, Arches, a few ghost towns and indian petroglyphs.

 Lanae and Nina.

Lanae and Nina.

The Turtle Shell Ice Box

Leaving Hood River on a clear day was great since we had seen so much rain coming up the coast, cruising to MT Hood it flurried a bit and the ground was covered in snow once we arrived there. It was a beautiful sight. A beautiful mountain, and it was incredible to see the majority of it covered in snow. We checked it out for a bit then decided it would be nice to get to a campground before 10pm so we could relax and make dinner. The Cove Palisades State Park was in the GPS and we head south, plus the park wasn't far from Crater Lake, we at our campground just before dark, with the GPS taking us the back roads there we weren't sure where we would end up. But it a nice clean campground and the stars filled the sky for the first time in 8 days. Luckily a grocery store was only about 10 miles away in small that even a blockbuster. When was the last time anyone saw one of those? It brought back memories of spending hours in the movie rental chain contemplating what to watch that night or how many DVDs or VHS's to rent. We switched things up that night and bought chicken instead of steak, we also threw in snow peas and sweet potatoes. Everything tastes so much better when your camping, the meals Nina had cooked we're some of the best. We ate this meal quick because it was freezing out, afterwards I went up to the shower and cleaned off all the dishes and pans. Crawling into the frigid turtle shell, we zipped up our sleeping bags popped in a Christmas DVD and dozed off. We awoke in a frozen ice box, the back window had a thin sheet of ice on it and the carpet the lined the cap had a bit of frost on it. Hopping out of the back of the truck frost has coated everything it must have gotten down to 20 degrees that night maybe colder. Quickly showering and packing up we heading south to Crater Lake. Driving there the GPS took me off the main highway onto an unpaved road, it was great, trees and mountains all around us. Further and further up the rocky road it became more covered in snow with down trees along the path, luckily my truck is pretty small so it was easy to go around them. I wasn't sure if this was the right route but I loved the drive in the woods with no one and not a car in sight so we kept pressing on. It ended up being the right road, and once we arrived at the entrance to Crater Lake it took us another 20min to get there with the roads covered in snow and ice on some very steep roads, Nina says "do you have your 4wd in?" I said "nope" as my truck slides around the corner of a cliff. After that it was pretty obvious I needed it, we arrived at the lake and it was epic, snow everywhere, there must have been 3ft of snow on the ground it was windy and cold, the lake was a deep blue, I was in awe. It would be awesome to go back in the summer to hike and swim around the lake, A young lady in the lodge said the water doesn't really get over 60 degrees, which could be chilly in just trunks. We had to get out of there before dark before they were taking about more snowfall in the area, so we headed out to find a place to rest our heads. Ending up down about 30 miles outside of Sacramento, where we stopped at a In-an-out Burger again since the last time was a disaster. We looked for campground for hours and couldn't find a thing, so it was a rest stop along side the highway for the night, we actually slept there for 8hrs, way longer than I had thought we would, but its stressful not knowing where your going to sleep that night. So when we would find a place after searching for hours we would pass out immediately. Next up back down to San Diego to escape the grey weather, or so we thought.