Last night we rolled into Shasta City after dark. My plan was to camp on the mountain. You know, just somewhere up there. But the sun had set and I was tired so we chose the KOA campground instead. Luckily I arrived and departed while the office was closed and avoided paying the $28 fee. In the morning Bell and I walked the neighborhood streets to the hippie grocery store Berryvale. Here I sit, journaling on scratch paper I borrowed from the 10 year old at the next table, enjoying an Americano and pretending to live in this odd little town at the base of the mountain.