It's been about a year since I traveled around northern Spain and southern France for three weeks with my then boyfriend and I'm still thinking about the fun times we had. We started in Barcelona - doing all the touristy things like visiting Park Güell (a definite must) and eating lots of jamón and cheese in the markets (inevitable).
After my adventure into Death Valley, I made my way west to the small and not-so-well-known gem of Pinnacles National Park. It was Sunday, though, so unfortunately by the time I got there all of the campsites were taken (so much for being not-so-well-known....) The Ranger was nice enough to direct me to a nearby BLM campsite called Sweetwater, but of course all six of those campsites were full, too... Hunting season had just started. Thankfully, I was able to stake out a primitive spot up on a hill in back of the campground that overlooked a beautiful, green valley below. I had the sunrise all to myself the following morning. Everything works out one way or another :)
Several weeks ago I found myself on a solo road trip through central California. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of three years, packed up and moved out of Seattle, and quit my comfortable (but mind-numbing) corporate job as a digital health coach. What I needed in that moment was an open road and a life-resetting adventure. Death Valley seemed like a good enough place to start.
We’re off to Cuenca!