NEWPORT NEWS, VA–I’ve received a whole bunch of emails over the last few days asking why I’m looking for a “stealth RV.” I can sum it up in four words, “The Bastard Doug Coone.”
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When I was a young man, The Bastard Doug Coone (he comments here as “Doug in Powell”), a good friend of mine, up and went missing. No one knew where he was, what had happened to him, of even if he was still alive.
You’re expecting more to this story? We didn’t have one. He was just missing. Gone. Poof. That’s really the sad part of missing: No one knows; there are no answers; anyone who cared about him was left with nothing but a bunch of unanswered questions.
Three years later we found out he was cooking short order in a little diner way up in NW Washington state. Three years earlier he had decided to go for what I’ve come to call “The Long Walk.” He rode his bicycle to the airport, picked a random destination (Denver), then hitchhiked his way from place to place, worked cool jobs (circus, ranch hand, chicken farming), slept under the stars, and just wandered as the Fates would guide him.
I’ve always admired him for that.
A stealth RV is my solution to that Siren’s song. To wander, to go wherever the Fates may draw me. If I feel like exploring Montpelier, I’ll go and stay until it is time to move on. If I yearn to hang out on the beaches of Cape Hatteras, I want to be able to drive there and not be concerned about reservations, lengths of stay, or campgrounds booked for the summer. If I decide to start giving talks on enlightenment, I want to be able to stop by the town’s local yoga studio and tell them I’ll be holding talks over in their county park.
A stealth vehicle allows me this freedom.
Many full-time RV’ers spend most of their time in the West, mostly in the desert areas. Why? Because it is easy to find a place to stay. Easy because these places are usually in the middle of nowhere.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the middle of nowhere. But I also love small towns, college towns, cities, and coastlines.
I’m sure with a stealth vehicle I’ll have to sacrifice a lot. But in exchange for the comforts and “distain” of society, I expect I’ll gain something that is appropriate for this Fourth of July holiday. Something that seems to have been forgotten in social America’s quest for ongoing pleasure, consumption, and safety…
Happy Birthday America. I love you.
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