Ah, McCloud, California. This place really could be heaven on earth. I visited this small town frequently in my youth to see my cousin, Aunt and Uncle. Up until this past year, they owned a 1986 Westfalia in which I would join them on many adventures all while my cousin and I would laugh and play in the back seat.
As you enter into town, the sign reads, “McCloud, California Population 1,600.” However, more accurately it is probably half that number that live there full time. Some may wonder what there is to do in a small town in the middle of a forest. Believe me, there is plenty. Between hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, exploring the ice caves, jumping off cliffs into swimming holes or just picking the cherries off my family’s trees I will often wonder how the days never seem long enough when I’m in McCloud. Conversely, I can sit and gaze at Mt. Shasta for hours and be perfectly content.
Now, back to that ’86 Westfalia my Uncle owned. It quit working and after sitting for years, it needed a lot of love that he couldn’t give at that particular moment so he offered it to family. Several of us showed interest, but it was my cousin who won out in the end. He fixed it up and it looks great. Anyhow, the conversation of “who wants it?” really sparked Sean and my interest of finding our own Westy. We made it happen and now we are feeling so blessed with all the adventures we have had and the new friends we have met simply because we have joined the campervan community.
I guess this is an ode to my Uncle and his constant adventuring. Maybe he is part of the reason why we decided to hit the road on our own adventure.
We hope to never stop exploring. Wherever that may be.