In Northeast California the end of September; the weather turns, the internet won’t work, and we are parked against Lassen National Forest. Hell bent on seeing Lassen Volcanic National Park, one of the few volcanic areas in the lower 48, is crisp, cold with pine cones the size of watermelon. Our RV park is in the forest on a blanket of pine needles with a mountain bike trail out the back door. My husband is pissy because our phones don’t work, our internet is non-existent, and Netflix is impossible.. I, however, am in heaven. The weather is amazing. The national park is full of trails, boiling springs, fumaroles and mud pots. The nearest grocery store is 45 minutes away. When I think of disappearing, this is it. Trees 200 feet tall are my best friends. I feel amazed and small. I am quiet and blessed. California is wonderful, nomatter where and when. I can’t get enough. I am so grateful to be in this area, to be in an RV, to be on this hybrid bicycle. It can’t get any better.