Moose, Cabela’s, and Boondocking




12/21/15 Camped Cabela’s parking lot, Omaha NE

Why, you ask? Well because we can.

We took an epic 4000+ mile roadie in 2012 in the Roadmaster Buick woodie wagon.  We did some tent camping and stayed in some hotels-from the grand and historic in Seattle to the funky in Circle Montana.  We hiked alot of miles and saw elk, mountain goats, bighorn sheep, grizzlies and MOOSE.

I love the freedom of going wherever whenever and camping or not.  I never wanted to be tied down to an old person RV parked in an asphalt lot with alot of other old-timers in their metal tents.  But.  It does have some appeal.  Shower? Fridge?  yes.   So we shopped RVs this summer.  Camper vans really. Because some national parks – namely the one named Heaven, um, I mean Glacier – don’t allow vehicles longer than 21 feet.

We test drove some big over priced rigs. It was hot and I was cranky. I told the salesperson my complaints and wished outloud to be able to just go camp alone in the woods without reservations.   He asked why we didn’t.  Boondock, he said.

Huh?  So of course I googled it.  There IS such a thing. In fact there are a whole tribe of these boondockers.   Boondocking at it’s best, IMO, is a pristine campsite with no other campers in sight.  Free.

Alternatively, you might be in a walmart or casino parking lot, at  truck stop etc.   Free (or cheap) and self contained.  There are even groups that allow other member RV’ers to park on their property and Harvest Hosts – winerys, farm stores, alpaca and goat ranches, brewerys or museums that will host travelers.

OK Mr. RV salesman, I’m in.   We still didn’t buy one from him.    My beloved husband/ traveling companion/deal finder got us a 21 foot rig from Ebay or Craigslist or wherever he gets these things.

So we are off on another epic roadie. Mostly going to try boondocking in the RV.  But, being we aren’t driving a jillion dollar rig, we aren’t guilted into sleeping in it no matter WHAT.  We will mix it up with some hotels.

We are spending Christmas in Taos, New Mexico.  I hear that it is an enchanted winter holiday wonderland.  Most of the festivities are in the main plaza of town.   And it’s sometimes 2 degrees in the morning.  Time to mix it up.  We are staying at an inn.

We left Sunday morning with no specific ideas for the en route to Taos part.  I thought there was mention of motel 6 and a shower.  I wasn’t expecting much in the way of sights until we got to Taos.  No hiking, no wildlife nothing like the 2015 trip right?  Not until we get there.  So just driving.

Then we saw him.  Coming into Omaha.  There was a bull moose on the side of the highway.  He was on his side of the fence but it was not moose fence.  He looked a little confused and a lot angry.  Another vehicle was pulled over on the side of the road.  Maybe to take his picture. Luckily, for him and us and the other vehicle, Mr. Moose ran away.

Cousin Barb asked if  he was hiding behind a cornstalk.  No he was not.  Cornstalks are cut down now.  Maybe that’s why he was angry.

So I guess there are things to see in Omaha.  The only boondocking site we could find, though, was at Cabela’s parking lot.  We had food and cards and a warm bed all in the RV so all we really needed was a somewhat level safe place to park.  Holiday enchantment a bonus.

I don’t hunt so I’m not sure I have ever been in a Cabela’s.  But now I know why the moose was angry.  The place is full of dead animals. I will have nightmares for months.

Safe? I  guess I should feel safe what with all those guns.  Aren’t we all supposed to be afraid of each other these days? Muslims, married gays, young black men and police.  To start.  Nothing says safe like cartloads of ammo going home to be stacked under the tree.

Somehow I was not comforted.  I was tramautized by all the dead animal heads watching.  Did they know something I didn’t.  I couldn’t tell the nice safe gun people from the bad dangerous gun people.    I guess I got my naughty and nice lists mixed up.

Now that I’v offended, let’s get back to festive holiday enchantment? Well sure.  Nothing says festive like pink camo, rows of meat grinders, and all those glass eyeballs watching you.

I will try to keep this blog updated as we travel, but the 2 or 3 of you that subscribe know I am not all that good at that.

Eventually, when i can sit still long enough to figure it out, I will try to condense the facebook page, facebook author page and blog.  Meanwhile,I apologize for the double, triple or no posts.  Also some of this is being written while the dinette hurtles along at 80 miles an hour, so expect even more typos and worse punctuation than usual.  If I bug you too much, you can always Unfriend or Unfollow.  It’s ok.  Just don’t get me pink camo for Christmas.


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