I am going to try stealth camping tonight. I didn’t quite make it to the White Mountains. I’m about 15 miles away, just north of Brownfield, ME. I went about 50 miles and it is getting late. I feel like I progressed very slowly today. I found some snowmobile trails that went off the highway, went down one and turned onto another. I can hear the highway, but the brush is so thick, there is no way anyone from the highway can see me. Of course, the brush is so thick, I won’t be able to pitch my tent too far off the trail.
The ride today was pleasant. It was cloudy and sprinkling a little when I was packing up, but the sprinkling stopped before I left and the clouds cleared out shortly after noon. As I got further north, the terrain became more hilly, but it wasn’t too bad. The climbs were long, but gentle.
There were quite a few homes on today’s route that had lilac bushes planted near the roadway. Any kind of flowering tree or bush is nice because they give off a pleasant scent. I like to take a deep breath as I ride by. The lilacs were especially nice today.
There were many campers and RVs on the roads today. That is no surprise. For the first half of the day, most of them were heading south, I assume toward the ocean. On the second half of the ride, the majority were heading north.
I thought my camera was messed up this morning. The viewfinder and the photos looked like there was a thick, brown fog. I figured it was probably just a dirty lens. Fortunately, it cleared itself up on its own by the afternoon. I’m not sure what happened.
I should fall asleep pretty quickly tonight, unless I am paranoid about getting caught by someone or some critters trying to get at my stuff. Tomorrow, I should make it into the mountains fairly easily. I’m just not sure what kind of progress I will make once I’m there.
2 thoughts on “Stealth (May 27)”
I find it sad that you feel guilty pitching a tent and camping peacefully in the woods. That should be a simple, harmless thing to do. I guess we have too many regulations about these things.
I didn’t feel guilty, necessarily, just a little nervous.