Once again. I avoided the quickest route (395 South). Instead, I went West, crossing the Sequoia National Forest. I considered sleeping in Chimney Creek but it was closed. Long Valley Campground seemed more promising but its gravel road deterred me from doing so after a while. So I kept driving -with some doubts regarding the pass being possibly closed. It wasn’t, although I didn’t expect that much elevation.
It became obviously noticeable that I was getting closer to denser areas (in terms of human population). All along the river that pours into the Lake Isabella, I found no place that satisfied my (increasingly exquisite) demands for spending the night. I just kept on driving.
I ended up in “Keyesville SRMA” -a place where I found the peace I was seeking. Peace only interrupted by some freak that was making sure that I wasn’t a golddigger.
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