Descent into trailer park (Drive Day 93 minus 14 years)
I’ve lived in trailers and resent the “trailer trash” stereotype. But I’ve never looked forward to one as much as I do the trailer park in the outskirts neighborhood of San Jose called Belen. After uneven, volcano-top boondocking I yearn for level ground and outbuildings with hot showers. Not to mention warmer temperatures at lower altitudes. Bring on the beer, set up the awning, dust off the plastic chairs and label me whatever you like.
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