Free Camping Freedom!

I don't like to pay for camping.  I don't think I should have to and rarely do.  I don't need a picnic table, toilets, nature centers, chubby rangers with Smokey the Bear hats and signed trails with more and more intrusive Globberment regulation.

I used to backpack, Jeep camp and now have a slide in camper for the truck.  I come equipped for six or seven days, self contained and happy.  We camp for free on public land all throughout the desert in California.  We have a love affair with the desert, the freedom and sheer loudness of complete silence.

Where we go we have no neighbors to speak of and are a few miles from the nearest paved road.  It allows time to decompress, to explore military ruins (it was part of Patton's desert base for WWII) and search for Indian villages (we've found two).  Everyday is rewarding, even if sitting in the shade of the RV reading a book or listening to Miles Davis... or doing nothing but staring off into the distance.

The nights are inky unless you have a great big moon, then the desert becomes this amazing silvery-blue that glows for miles and miles.  The coyotes howling in the distance, it makes quite a remarkable scene and soundtrack.

Go find yourself a spot, far away from others and slow down.  Make it your spot.  Build a sundial out of rocks and a stick.  Play some no-out-of-bounds bocce ball.  Listen to the breeze.  Take photos of things that seem ordinary but really are extraordinary.

Camp for free.

Be free.