Slowly, slowly, me and Goldie.
A single female on a Saturday night, wearing a formal dress and looking content: I was a curiosity. They wanted to know my story.
“Maybe government regulations aren’t such a terrible thing,” I pondered as the breeze ruffled the Christmas lights at my feet.
I like having my name on a lease and moving my car two minutes before the meter expires instead of five minutes after.
“OHMYGOD YOU’RE GOING TO DIE! YOU’RE GOING TO BE BRUTALLY MURDERED AND I’M GOING TO BE SO SAD!”
Nomad pro tip #2: national parks aren’t everything