Sometimes a few days spent in the rain can change your perspective of how lovely a hot shower or sunny weather can be. A few days spent in the forest paying nothing for a patch of dirt can also highlight how painful it is to stay at a camping resort. These are the things that make travel interesting. Right now Autumn and I are making our way northward to address a few things that have to be done in Maine before we head westward. As we travel, we are paying close attention to our budget. It seems while we are only eating out during breakfasts, having dinner for that meal we are still spending close to $100 per day between gas and food expense. We are, however, traveling all day, so the cost is relative given the amount of distance and time we are traveling.
I find it ironic though that the most trying parts of the day are not the endless hours in the driver’s seat, not the mindless drivers…but the simple act of finding a place to sleep at night. One would seem this an easy task. Pull over to a dark road and just catch some winks. Not really. In today’s world of scared people and overzealous police, the simple act of simply trying to sleep somewhere for free is almost criminal. If you are not paying $30 for a patch of dirt in an established campground, you are not fulfilling your capitalistic duty and therefore a criminal in this country in the eyes of the cop who finds you at 1 am. Needless to say, the places we’ve found best are forests far from any small town who has its own police force. While the forest can bring its own breed of trouble in the form of kids partying and hunter jacking overall you are technically out there doing your own brand of antisocial behavior with the rest of them….most if not all recognize this and mind their own business.
In the end, we usually do find a place to sleep. Often it’s at a state park or camping resort. One thing we have found out is that the east coast is prohibitively expensive with very few public lands to be able to camp on, unlike the west where you can camp for free for two weeks at a time on public land. This is one reason we are doing our best to get out there where we belong.
Off to read now and listen to the wind in the trees.