One of the many trends floating around the interwebs lately is the term “My Squad”. I’m guilty of using it, so there’s no judgement here. Seeing people’s photos and definitions of their “squad” had me thinking. Excuse the rambling that is to come, but this is as real as it gets.
I’ve come to realize that my squad is not limited to a specific group of people, or a certain number of people. It’s not “these people” or “those people” or “no boys allowed”. My squad is anyone willing to go outside and get a little dirty. Anyone willing to sit around a campfire, throw back a few beers (or non-alcoholic beverage of their choice) and have a good conversation.
My squad is anyone who has my back and is willing to stand up for me when I’m not around. Those who empower me and support me. My squad is those who help without judgement and give advice when needed.
My squad is so much more than the people I can fit inside one photograph. There’s no limitations. My squad is bigger than I could have known or imagined, and (at the risk of sounding “basic”) I am incredibly blessed to have people like this in my life.
Hey there! I hope you all had an awesome Fourth of July weekend. I certainly did. I checked two major items off my bucket list in a matter of three days, and it was AMAZING. My boyfriend, John, and I drove from Santa Clarita, CA up highway 395 to Lake Tahoe, CA. We both love road trips and 395 has gorgeous scenery. The main attraction was completing the world famous Rubicon Trail, which we did in John’s Jeep. It was a very long weekend, but my goodness, we had a ton of fun.
The first item we checked off my bucket list was visiting Bodie Ghost Town in Mono County, CA. I first heard of Bodie a few years ago after seeing an image on the Bing homepage. I immediately knew I had to visit some day. I love abandoned places, and this one is the coolest of all. Bodie was a mining town that boomed in the late 1800s. Although the last mine didn’t close until 1942, it is said that the town’s decline began in the early 1900s. Finally, in 1961 it was designated a National Historic Landmark.
Bodie has an eerie feel to it, which is a given. The buildings are so beautiful, but seem like they could fall over if you got too close. A few of them you can actually walk into, if you’re not afraid of falling through the floor boards. Regardless, it’s an incredible experience.
This 1937 Chevrolet Coupe is probably the most known thing in Bodie. If you do an image search anywhere online, you’ll find TONS of photos of this car. So naturally, I needed my own photo of it.
Our next stop was the Rubicon Trail. We camped Friday night near the trail head, and were up early on Saturday morning. We half expected the trail to be congested due to the holiday weekend, but it was surprisingly quiet. It made for a very nice, mellow two days on the trail.
We camped at Rubicon Springs, which was beautiful. The water was FREEZING, so I refused to get in. Parts of the trail are pretty difficult, (to me, at least) and there was a time or two that I got pretty freaked out. But I survived! We made it all the way to the other end of the trail, where of course, I had to take a picture of my mini Jeep.
Sunday night we stayed in a Super 8 in Carson City, which wouldn’t be my first choice of motels, BUT I was incredibly desperate for a shower. Monday morning, we hit the road again, headed home this time. We stopped in Bishop, CA to eat at Erick Schat’s Bakery, recommended to us by Ashten over at Just Go Left. First of all, the place smells AMAZING. And the sandwich was pretty freakin good, too. We got a turkey club to go, so we could eat it in the air conditioned truck.
Funny story… We get into the truck and the first thing I say is, “I need to take a picture of this sandwich!” Then, as John is trying to take the box out of the paper bag, the sandwich falls out of the box. It was a disaster! While laughing my butt off, I pick everything up and put the sandwich back together. I take my half, snap a quick picture, and then immediately knock the box and my half of the sandwich onto the floor of the truck. Then I about died laughing. How we managed to drop this sandwich twice, I do not know. BUT it still tasted amazing. And I think the picture is pretty good, too.
Another side note here, I’m still new to this whole blogging thing, so of course I forgot to take a picture of the outside of the building until I got back to the truck. I snapped this picture out the windshield, trying my best not to get any of the cross traffic in the frame. It was difficult, and clearly, it’s not the best quality photo. But whatever, it works! Maybe next time I’ll remember to get a good picture. I also LOVE that there’s an old Willy’s truck parked out front. WINNING.
It was absolutely a great weekend, and I can’t wait to hit the road again. Where we’re going next though, I have no idea!