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.
“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