Before I left the US I spent a few days cruising around the deserts north of the Mexican border exploring aimlessly and pitching the tent. Most nights I set up late, it’s always dark, and I’m gone by daybreak.
Which way was the road again? This way….
Or was it this way….
I’ve never planned a camping spot before. I just drive down some back roads and look for a spot that seems out of the way. Sometimes this is a good system, other times it can cause problems.
Sometimes I can’t help but feel the problems I face day to day are infinitesimally small compared to those of others around the world. How am I going to clean up this spilled wine? Ugh…
It was getting real cold at night and my cold weather gear wasn’t up to snuff, so I ended up grabbing a cheap hotel room a few nights. The kind of hotel room with spaypaint on the walls inside, where you don’t want to touch anything without first wiping it down.
They do have a single added benefit though.