By Cameron McKirdy
I’ve had my hippie van for a week, and have burned through tanks of petrol. I’ve found several spots to crash out for a night or longer that are free places to stay, and I’m willing to share this and more with you today – only on Survival Bros.
The first type of location I scouted out are places open 24 hours to the public. There aren’t many in small towns, but large grocery stores are a good start. Be on the look out for other campers, and recreation vehicles at the far end of parking lots. If you had to spend a night car camping in city limits, this isn’t a bad choice, because you probably won’t be hassled. Don’t forget you can always post up, and get some ZZZ’s at Rest Stops. I spent a night this week the parked at one. You’ll have access to the bathroom at all hours, trash, and potable water (in some cases).
Camping in a van solo can be lonesome. So I made an effort to hangout with other preppers, this time way outside of the city. The VW van, which I’ve named Shaggy, has been mobbing hard, so I felt comfortable driving to BLM land in the Clatsop Country Forest. I have AAA towing up to 100 miles, so I have no fear going off the grid. However, I still had cell phone service in the mountains, thanks to a well-placed tower. Two bros of mine led me to Lost Lake this week for a getaway. It’s stocked with thousands of trout begging to be plucked from the depths. I watched my buddies fish for a few hours, while I played with the dog, and poured drinks. I brought rum, and sparkling cider. The Martinelli’s was an excellent chaser.
Camping at the lake, or in the parking lot is prohibited, so we made our own spot down another gravel road. The lookout was spectacular. Below you can see a valley, and the Nehalem river. Which you can watch me and my Dad raft by clicking this link to YouTube. The fish were cooked on a spit for an hour or so, and tasted delicious. I wanted to take a bite out of the side of a raw fish, but I will save the sushi for when I’m being trendy in town. Wasabi, soy sauce, and ginger are a must anyways.
I didn’t feel like waiting for food to cook, so I grabbed two bags of Mountain House food, and heated water on my portable butane camp stove. It took four minutes to get it boiling. Then I opened the food pouches, and dumped the water right in. I resealed the grub, and in eight minutes I was ready to chow down. Now normally I would share, or save some of a feast this size, but I went beast mode, and devoured both bags. I combined the Mountain House biscuit and gravy meal, with scrambled eggs and bacon. It was terrific! I forgot to pack utensils though, so I used a six inch blade to carefully shovel calories into my face. In case you are wondering, the knife I used is called the COAST F611. It’s a survival tool I’ve been playing around with a lot lately, and I like it.
Dinner is served! Even our dog got some fish.
Fire looking cool.
Tactical Gypsy made his own coffee cup in the morning from a beer can.
Shaggy the VW Vanagon is a tank, and handled the gravel roads like a boss.
In the A.M. my two bros, the mutt, and I went back to the lake. I was busy getting fishing tips, journaling for fun, and doing basic breathing and stretching techniques. I love my yoga! We walked a trail skirting the water, and attempted to hook more gilled vertebrates. The fish were teasing us. Jumping out of the water and splashing near us. We did see one breach the surface and smack into a floating log. That was funny. Not amusing was the dog getting all muddy and wet, then coming right up to me to shake off. Of all the places. I almost took a swim, but decided to save that for another time. I didn’t need a bath that bad. Besides, have you ever seen a clean hippie? More from the road soon friends. Best wishes.