Rizzian
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I'm pretty sure that my Whole Foods has resident "stealth campers" who are parked in their lot every night, connected to the free EV chargers. Same cars night after night.
I'll be the first to admit, that I've NEVER really enjoyed camping and I'm guessing that's not a particularly popular opinion in these forums. In fact, the last time I went out with my boys on an overnight Boy Scouts excursion, I was laying there on my deflated mattress, sweating in the heat, staring at the roof of the tent and counting my blessings that it was only one night before I could go back to the comfort of my home and bed. While I still appreciate nature, enjoy visiting new places, making new friends, and having experiences - camping has only served to reinforce my appreciation for the comforts, amenities, and technology that I have worked so hard to provide for myself and my family. Perhaps I've gone soft with all of the modern conveniences I enjoy, but I feel that it's even stranger for people to spend tons of money on lightweight, waterproof, outdoor "tech" clothing and equipment, only to drive a few miles "off-the-grid" and devote a weekend to living like time traveling cyber-frontiersman visiting the American West of the 1800s.
I hate camping.
There, I said it.
Years ago, as a young, struggling student and musician, I'd spent more nights than I wanted to sleeping in cars and vans throughout the Midwest. While it wasn't always a first choice, a van or car with room to lay flat or decent, reclining seats certainly beat sleeping outside. I guess where we differ is that I don't understand where the "adventure" would be in leaving behind my comfortable home and parking my $90k+ SUV next to the displaced and homeless folks living out of their cars at Whole Foods. Those folks are "stealth camping" because if the police catch on, they might not have another place to charge in this town and it's 90+ degrees every day. This whole "let's go car camping for fun" thing leaves a bit of a bourgeois, privileged residue in my mouth. It's kind of like showing up at a soup kitchen and having DoorDash serve you a lavish 8-course spread from Ruth's Chris (with wine pairings, of course) and calling it a "stealth picnic."
I'll be the first to admit, that I've NEVER really enjoyed camping and I'm guessing that's not a particularly popular opinion in these forums. In fact, the last time I went out with my boys on an overnight Boy Scouts excursion, I was laying there on my deflated mattress, sweating in the heat, staring at the roof of the tent and counting my blessings that it was only one night before I could go back to the comfort of my home and bed. While I still appreciate nature, enjoy visiting new places, making new friends, and having experiences - camping has only served to reinforce my appreciation for the comforts, amenities, and technology that I have worked so hard to provide for myself and my family. Perhaps I've gone soft with all of the modern conveniences I enjoy, but I feel that it's even stranger for people to spend tons of money on lightweight, waterproof, outdoor "tech" clothing and equipment, only to drive a few miles "off-the-grid" and devote a weekend to living like time traveling cyber-frontiersman visiting the American West of the 1800s.
I hate camping.
There, I said it.
Years ago, as a young, struggling student and musician, I'd spent more nights than I wanted to sleeping in cars and vans throughout the Midwest. While it wasn't always a first choice, a van or car with room to lay flat or decent, reclining seats certainly beat sleeping outside. I guess where we differ is that I don't understand where the "adventure" would be in leaving behind my comfortable home and parking my $90k+ SUV next to the displaced and homeless folks living out of their cars at Whole Foods. Those folks are "stealth camping" because if the police catch on, they might not have another place to charge in this town and it's 90+ degrees every day. This whole "let's go car camping for fun" thing leaves a bit of a bourgeois, privileged residue in my mouth. It's kind of like showing up at a soup kitchen and having DoorDash serve you a lavish 8-course spread from Ruth's Chris (with wine pairings, of course) and calling it a "stealth picnic."
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