I found this street near my work and was hoping to overnight on it a few evenings a week.
Problem is, there's more than just big-rigs parked on it.
There's also a fairly large number of beat up, run down RV's, vans and converted bread trucks and U-Haul's.
The street also parallels RR tracks that I'm not sure are in use, but probably are.
Every once in a while, one of the abandoned RV's will mysteriously burn to the ground in the middle of the night (I've seen it happen twice).
Some of the trucks have graffiti on their sides, though I don't know for certain that they got "tagged" at this location.
Recently I noticed a port-potty and hand washing station between a couple of the RV's. Whether this was intended for the truck drivers or RV'er's I can't be certain.
There are several shipping docks and trucking companies across the street, so who knows.
I also saw the city cleaning up the excess trash a time or two, so it looks like they make an effort to keep it clean.
My guess would be that the area was originally set up for the truck drivers, but the RV crowd quickly took advantage of it.
My Spidey Sense tells me to find another spot.
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I worked in three penitentiaries.
I tend to occupy turf, I tend to elicit automatic respect.
Fact is, my resting 'neutral' face is often mistook for a battle-face...
...as though I plan a late lunch and you look delicious.
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People tend to leave me alone.
Maybe that has something to do with their 'Spidey Sense'.
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You want to camp near your work; I understand the desire for a short commute.
If you can tolerate excess trash and hand-worshing stations a few evenings a week, go for it.
And yet, if I was you, I would keep my mobile options open.
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Also, if I was you, I would give my neighbors some face-time, exchange contact information, let them know they are not invisible, not out-casts.
Let them know I am not a judgemental snoot simply because I have a nearby job.
I help them realize they can be part of my community... but this comes at a cost -- no drama, no stupidity.
No setting rigs on fire.
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I tend to recruit people into my circle, let them know they are safe with me.
As their 'Spidey Sense' fades, I 'see' some of the most amazing individuals...
...just trying to get along.
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But, if I was me, I would prefer up some rough logger track to a remote mountain lake.
Cities tend to have hand-worshing stations and crews cleaning excess trash [shudders in revulsion].