Boondocking at Walmart (Drive day 2 minus 14 years)
Not quite 600 miles into a year-long road trip and I have no idea where the nearest campground is or why one would exist here anyway. Let’s just say Gary has felt no urge to get out any of the cameras he’s packed in the storage box under Wipeout’s padded shelf. We’re approaching Springfield Missouri and for the first time in my life I’m excited to see a Walmart.
I’ve seen RVs and 16-wheelers in the parking lots of Walmarts before but now I know what it’s called: boondocking or dry camping. You can read about it here, or in a beautiful photo essay here. There’s even an official website. I kinda prefer the term “independent parking.” Makes me feel less like a freeloader.
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