AMGS3 said:
I think that perhaps the biggest thing nomads have going for them to protect them from any future local laws banning vehicle dwelling is our mobility. Are they going to ban people from going on vacations? Ban road trips? I suppose that urban/stealth dwelling in place in the same neighborhood for months at a time wouldn't really fit with a claim of "I'll be moving on in the morning, officer."
Also, what is the alternative? Do they force us out of our vehicles or trailers and into tents or onto the sidewalks? Do they force us into rentals or mortgages? Do they physically make us live in s&b? I'm not being sarcastic, I'm just truly not understanding how any such outlawing of this way of life would be enforced. How can they MAKE us purchase s&b housing?
I don't think that outlawing this on any sort of large scale would be enforceable.
~angie
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If it comes to that, Angie, they’ll just round up all dissidents and either put them into (already built and vacant) interment ‘camps,’ or dispose of them.
Personally, I believe that the growing millions of *actual* homeless people, people who literally live on the streets, and people who live in makeshift tents on sidewalks etc., most of whom are either drug addicts or mentally ill, will be targeted long before well-behaved van dwellers will.
Brian and I had an interesting summer, which might help to put vehicle dwelling in to perspective.
Because of the ridiculous price of gas in Canada at the moment (circa $6.40 a gallon, on average), we decided to park (store for $180 a month) our trusty RV, and summer in our car.
One of our daughters is chronically ill, and she has an active three-year-old, so she asked if we could come and help her for the summer.
She lives 3,000 miles from where we do, so we loaded up our car and headed east, wheelchair and all.
Thankfully, our car seats recline in to surprisingly comfortable beds, but we had to rearrange our possessions every night, which meant placing my wheelchair on the roof of the car. (I have a plastic ‘disabled’ tag, which I’m sure was to our advantage.) Still, there was nothing stealthy about our presence anywhere, as our car (a Kia Spectra) has windows all around it, so anyone and everyone could see us sleeping, covered, as we were, with a couple of thick, white duvets.
The weather wasn’t helpful in that it was baking (well over 100°F) on many days, and uncomfortably cold at night. Again, thankfully, we have air conditioning and a skylight, so travelling was fun, and our duvets kept us warm and snug at night.
We spent most nights in Tim Horton’s parking lots - a Canada-wide, mostly 24/7 donut franchise - and we used their facilities for our personal hygiene needs, as well as gas stations for simply toileting.
We’re we questioned? Yeup, even though we’d asked permission from the individual Tim Horton’s managers to sleep there, telling them that we were making our way across the country to help our sick daughter etc., IOW - the truth.
We were questioned by passing LEO’s, who were *all* polite and accommodating, and we were questioned by nosy patronizers of the drive-thru windows at Tim’s. Some of them were less than cordial, but *we* were polite and friendly, so they had no choice but to leave us alone in short order. (Some people really need to get a life!)
Due to our infirmities, we drove an average of five hours a day, so the trip took much longer than it used to - eleven days, I think, to drive 3,000 miles - each way.
The *real* fun began after we arrived at our daughter’s place. She and her husband (who also works another 12-hour-a-day job) serve as caretakers for a small retail/industrial complex, and they live on site. The complex belongs to our son-in-law’s uncle Rob, who knew that we were coming, so we didn’t anticipate a problem.
We were wrong.
I couldn’t sleep in our daughter’s apartment because she has two cats, which I’m allergic to, and I also need to sleep in a semi-reclining position on ROHO medical cushions. I’ve needed to do this for sixteen years so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone, except, as it turns out, to Rob.
We were there for two days (our daughter kept the cats downstairs), helping Beth and bothering no one, as the complex was completely empty at night, when we were sleeping.
However, some business owner must have come in at the crack of dawn and seen us sleeping. She (yes, I know who it was) called Rob in hysterics, telling him that ‘homeless people’ were sleeping in the parking lot, and her *customers* (there were *none* at that hour) were complaining.
Long story short: Rob told Beth that we couldn’t stay.
So, we returned to sleeping in 24/7 locations, and on weekends, when Beth’s husband was home, we left town. Not exactly the summer we had planned, and neither was it one we could afford.
The *only* problems we encountered in a (roughly) 7,000-mile trip, came from the private sector, and not from any authority.
And that was in an anything-but-stealthy car.
In a van, we’d have had *no* problems, period.
We’re buying a brand new van in May - God Willing.
The moral of this saga is: I highly doubt that responsible, respectable van dwellers have anything to worry about any time soon.
Love and All Good Things,
Jesse.:heart: