Because nobody can afford a house anymore, car camping has become more popular than ever. On paper, it sounds pretty good. You don’t have to store an extra trailer, or clean poop out of your RV’s poop tanks, or worry about what a police officer thinks your towing limit is. That’s why I converted a decrepit Blazer in the corner of my property to a camper and had a great weekend away.
Now, let’s be honest with ourselves. When I say “converted,” I really mean that I threw some old moving blankets in the back. YouTube influencers are all busy carpentering-up chunks of wood into the back of their perfectly good cars to make loft beds and storage spaces. I think that’s a waste of time and money, because now you can’t store loose engines in the back. What are you going to snuggle up to on those cold mountain nights?
Another huge benefit of a car camper is that you don’t need to pay those extortionate use fees for camping on provincial land. Selfish big government types trying to steal upwards of five dollars from me for getting to enjoy the supreme beauty that I already own. All you have to do is bring a jack with you, and take one wheel off the car before going to bed. Any passing federales think that you’ve run to the tire shop to pick up a replacement for a flat, and you get to have an uninterrupted sleep.
If I can give you one more piece of advice before I go, it’s this. Make sure that you actually seal up all the holes in the body. I thought I had gotten away with it after duct-taping up the roof. On Saturday morning, I woke up to find out that marmots really like to crawl through the foot-sized holes in the floorboard. Little rodent bastards are trying to steal my engine.
