Monday, April 23, 2018
“Oh!” he exclaimed when he saw me.
“I was afraid I might find a body in here or something.”
I shrugged, “I’m just doing a little camping.”
”Oh, right. It’s just that I saw the van when I went by yesterday and...”
“I’ll be heading out in the morning.”
He looked a little sheepish for having suspected trouble. “Ah. Well. I can offer you a cold beer.”
“Thanks, but I’m fine.”
It’s good to have people concerned about what’s going on. It’s good he wasn’t there to argue I wasn’t on public land. It’s good he was a good natured guy. But I think he wouldn’t have thought there was a potential problem if I’d been in something RV-ish. Or if I had outdoor living space set up. Or if there had been another rig with me. Vans—particularly lone ones—have a stigma. But I cope with it.
Maybe I should fly a flag or something. Is there one that means harmless old fart just camping?