072 | angie qq: alone at big bear
For two months during the Pandemic I lived alone in Big Bear. When I first drove up the peak and saw the snow I laughed like a child. Sometimes, when the loneliness crawled in bed next to me, I cried like a child.
I am never lonely in my car. Everyday at Big Bear I would drive relentlessly down highways 18 and 38 - also known as the “Rim of the World.” There at the world’s end I found freedom within myself, my mix, and the road.