I was so excited to vote for Hillary Clinton on Tuesday morning. I gave my cat a little pat on the head as I left for my polling place, marked my ballot with happy tears in my eyes, and then caught a bus to work where my female coworkers had donned pantsuits and t-shirts reading THE FUTURE IS FEMALE. High spirits. Excitement. Madam Fucking President.
After my last day at my old job, I had a week off to recuperate. Referring back to my trusty California Trips book I decided to head north from San Francisco to Mendocino and Humboldt State Park for some coastlines and redwoods. I could easily see myself retiring in the area – it’s a lonely, beautiful landscape that made me feel like I was at the edge of the earth. On my way up I hiked the Pomo Canyon Trail, which starts right off of Route 1 just south of Jenner. It’s a nice loop with views of the surrounding hills, redwood groves, and windblown grasses.
Nine months later and I finally get around to writing up Part 2 of my adventures in the desert. What have I been doing for the last nine months? Having a baby? Nope. I was trying to get a new job. Nine months spent polishing my resume, perfecting cover letters, reaching out to random acquaintances on LinkedIn … it’s a horrid process. Least helpful of all are the articles for these unicorns who have multiple companies on the line to engage in a Battle Royale of offers. That, of course, didn’t happen for me, and it was tempting to conclude I’m a talentless moron doomed to languish in a stifling position. Untrue! I trusted my friends and family over that self-doubting voice in my head and now work with a great team. But that’s another story for another day.
Today, let’s talk about hiking in the desert.