During our stay, we did some traveling in Sequoia National Park and, of course, took pictures of the huge, amazing trees. I climbed Moro rock, some 370 steps, but that was about all the hiking I felt like doing. I was still zonked from the reactions I had the first two weeks.
My reactivity seems worse than ever. Thankfully, David does all the errands, but one day I forgot and ran into CVS to pick up something. Boom! I was floored for the rest of the day, even though I was in there less than 2 minutes and I followed the advice of Lisa Petrison to pour water of my head, wash my face, and change my shirt. It seems that for me, once a reaction starts, it has to follow its course. I can help it be milder by removing vestiges of the toxin from my person, but the inflammatory reaction has already started and, to some extent, has to play itself out. Nebulizing glutathione seems to help quite a bit.
We drove over the pass and headed North on CA 395 with plans of camping at Lone Pine at the entrance to Mt. Whitney. But it was windy and the RV park that took tents was right on the highway, so we headed north to Bishop, bought food, and found a park off the road. I had a terrible reaction in Bishop, however, even though it is desert and, to my eye, seemed a similar landscape to Desert Hot Springs. Whatever was there made me emotionally distraught (it took about 10 minutes waiting in the parking lot outside Vons while David bought our food), I woke early feeling exhausted, and all the next day, while driving through the most magnificent scenery, I kept thinking about driving off a cliff and ending the entire nightmare.
Fortunately, once we headed inland and found our way to the Carson River, everything shifted. I didn't much like the park (it was seedy and the bathrooms were tiny and cramped) but I found my mind returning to normal thinking patterns and I slept well. We stayed in the area for a week (we were near Markleeville) as we could go into the public library and use wifi whenever we wanted, our phones worked, and Grover Hot Springs was only a short drive away. I loved being among the Ponderosa pines and alders. Our neighbor had a very popular hummingbird feeder and we watching those little darlings flit around. Instead of getting a sudden and dramatic reaction, I experienced a slow decline. By the end of the week I was always tired and dragging, and my bowels had stopped working. The last night was the only one that I didn't sleep.
From there, we debated going North to Bend, Oregon via Susanville and spend a lot of time researching both areas. However, the cool nighttime temperatures discouraged us, and in the end, we only went as far as Carson City (less than 2 hours) where finding a Starbucks and Trader Joes made our day. I felt better in Carson City at a city RV park than I had at anytime in the last month. It seems ironic that, sleeping with an eyemask and ear plugs because of the city lights and traffic, I'd sleep better than I did in the peaceful parks where we'd been. We visited Carson Hot Springs twice, and someone stole my Nook from my tote bag while I was napping peacefully on a sunny chaise lounge. The thief charged A Course in Miracles and another inspirational book to my credit card, which led me to discover the theft.
It was only 3 days ago that we left Carson City and headed East on Highway 50, the "loneliest highway in the US". What splendid landscape! Huge empty valleys surrounded my mountains on all sides, endless roads. We've been though brown barren areas and more verdant valleys and mountain slopes. Our first night was a long detour (51 miles) from the highway to see the fossils of the ichthyosaur, a huge marine creature. It was our first night primitive camping and the place was beautiiful, quiet and clear. We had a splendid view of sunset over the mountains. I had a little more fatigue than normal adjusting to the high elevation (about 7500).
The next day we drove further east, saw Indian petroglyphs and pictographs in a cave, and camped in a forest at 7900 feet. Again, it was beautiful, but the nights and mornings were cold. Tonight we are warmer at the Ely KOA where the showers are marvelous, but I miss the shade and the very fresh, clean air.