We've been in Durango for days, and haven't scratched the surface. We've been parked at Walmart amongst a handful of other liveaboard rigs. There are old hammered campers, a minivan with many curtains, and a couple stealth cargo van setups. A bottle of wine is three dollars, and avocados are down to thirty cents. We can have the doors open and the music up.
This isn't the level of decorum that some other van people recommend. But there's a time and place for everything, and those are ours. We're blowing smoke out the roof vent, and I haven't been handcuffed in years. This is our time, folks. We've hacked together a plan, and we're floating on accidental justice in the USA.