Saturday, March 29, 2014

The kindness of strangers

I violated one of my general rules. I try not to arrive at a new boondocking spot after dark, especially when the directions are a little vague and involve a landmark that’s almost impossible to see at night. But I had dawdled leaving my previous location.

After driving back and forth on a  stretch of deserted desert highway, I pulled into a convenience store to ask directions. The lady behind the counter didn’t know. 

“Then do you mind if I spend the night in your parking lot?”

“Spend as many nights as you want,” she shrugged.

I don’t know whether she actually had authority to grant permission, but no one chased me away.

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