Driving like I’m being chased, we speed up the I-5N. It’s 8.5 hours but I’m pretty sure I did it in 8 without the pit stops.
Izzy is a vomit comet but mostly sleeps and makes the journey with zero meltdowns, a few whimpers, and the occasional protest. Remarkable for a trying toddler at the age of 2.5.
We arrive at Bear Creek Falls Ranch, an Airbnb run by a lovely German couple.
It’s rent-a-room situation, with individual locked bed-and-bath suites and a common area with a full kitchen and giant TV.
A more stunning view could not exist. There are trees as far as you can see, and with a back deck like this, even the sweltering heat is not inhospitable.
The downside is that there is no food in Millville. The town has a population of 752 and even the gas station is miles away. There’s a full kitchen stocked with more dishes than you can imagine and basic cooking equipment, but either show up with groceries or plan to pick up pizza.
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