We are headed to the coast again to visit my nephew in Santa Barbara and my sister in Ojai, California. But instead of zagging back out after our visit to Yosemite we stayed up against the west side of the Sierras so that we could visit Kings Canyon and Sequoia National Parks. Unfortunately, I was sick over the weekend and in no mood to drug up and hike in the parks, and on Monday they started major construction on the road in and out of the area with up to two-hour delays, so with temps in the mid 80’s and no AC in the rig (our solar system cannot run the air conditioners), we have decided to forgo the parks and just hang out at the lake for another day. That doesn’t seem like it should be a stretch, but just hanging around the house without “doing” is something we don’t have a lot of experience with.
Another thing happened which made me a little uncomfortable. I am trying really hard to not make assumptions or judgements about other people based on racial or ethnic stereotypes, but I also know that it is foolish not to pay attention to my “gut” if I sense danger. There was a group camped around the corner from us, not visible from our site, but we were the only two parties in this section of the campground. They were loud, all men, and there were cars roaring in and out all afternoon. I had some safety concerns, mostly a heightened sense of awareness here in and around our rig, but also concerns for leaving for the day to explore the two National Parks. When I woke up this morning my sense of danger was gone, and as it turned out, so were our neighbors. We ventured past their campsite on our walk this morning and it is trashed, which, perhaps not rationally, only goes to reinforce my impressions.
So what is it that cues this sense of danger? Is it the noise, the general disrespect for others camping around you? Is it the muscle cars roaring in and out? Is it language? Or just an overall impression that something isn’t quite right? All of that reinforced by the sense of entitlement that it’s OK to leave your trash all over the place for someone else to clean up.
This is another thing to factor in as we look for more remote places to camp. Although it hadn’t been a problem for me until now, Shannon said that he thinks about it every time we leave the rig and go out to explore for the day. . .will it all be here locked up and safe, when we get home?