As a Norseman, the call of adventure is strong. Though for now I seek glory in building a business, someday I may roam. These are wise words I shall remember.
Rogue reader Clair wrote to ask me:
Did you do anything to prepare for sleeping outside, in unknown places, possibly getting noticed by police or property owners, on your adventure?
This is euphemistically called “stealth camping,” (translation: trespassing) and it’s a bad idea.
Stealth camping has an air of legitimacy among backpackers, primitivists and adventurers, not because it’s legitimate (it’s mostly illegal) but because it makes you feel legit: a true daredevil who bows to no ruler.
Adventurer Benjamin O. Jenks captures it well:
I could care less what the naysayers think, I love it. Every night is an adventure. What you sacrifice in hours of sleep, you make up for in feeling a pure injection of freedom.
I was thrilled to add stealth camping to my arsenal of tricks when I began my Great Adventure. After doing it eight times, I removed it from said arsenal, hoping never…
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