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Guerilla Camping & WORDPRESS CAMP in SF!

August 16, 2008

Yes, that’s right, I am on my way! Literally! I am writing from my guerrilla campsite just off Highway 101, between Salinas and Gilroy, beside a small trickle of a creek,  just past a one lane bridge, hidden from the full moon by a thicket of shrubs and beyond that, tall, solid, second growth redwood trees.

I’m sitting on the bed in the van, ready to climb into my cool cotton sheets, warmed by a down comforter. I’m drinking Jonesy Port (love the stuff—from you know who of course, imported from Australia…The Grateful Palate). In the summer I usually drink it cold but tonight I’m too lazy to even bother with a glass much less getting ice out of the ice chest…lazy and tired—I did just drive almost 300 miles and it’s late.

I have guerilla camped here before—but there’s a trailer near there now, so I have move up the creek a little. It’s been awhile since I’ve guerilla camped by myself in the VW westfalia van (I guerrilla camped two times on my June Conceptual Poetry trip—in a PT Cruiser. Don’t ask. It was awful. You don’t want the details. . ) And usually I don’t sit with a lit computer!  My night vision is rapidly being destroyed! Which is a little trippy considering there was some odd noise just now.  No dogs in the neighborhood, thank goodness, although I did see a skunk.

When guerilla camping it’s all about stealth. And here I am, the clock nearing 1am, tapping away. And at 315am, my iPod’s alarm will go off and I will do my best to write something worth reading in a legible enough script to be able to read it! I have a cool little light to use for that.

I have good memories of this place. One of the first times I stayed here was on my honeymoon. We were awakened about dawn by a thump which we discovered was the paper delivered to our door!
Here’s hoping: 1) I get a paper here tomoroow; 2) I find a wifi connection so I can upload this post! I drove down the lane looking, my laptop vainly searching, but didn’t find one. Yet. Guess it was too much to ask for to find one unprotected here in the woods …we’re close enough to Silicon valley at this point I was optimistic!

3 Comments leave one →
  1. December 20, 2012 1:10 am

    You haven’t really guerrilla camped until someone calls the cops thinking you are a terrorist!

  2. December 20, 2012 3:11 am

    I think I’ll pass on that one! So far, no one’s called the cops although I was given a clear warning one time by some park employees…

  3. December 20, 2012 3:15 am

    Nice. The funny part was, they called because the President was there weeks EARLIER.

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