A disclaimer: by no means do we think that you should follow our advice. However, as two people who managed to get ourselves from Tacoma, Washington to Winston-Salem, North Carolina in one piece (with a still working car!), we thought we'd let you in on what that sort of looked like. Maybe you're thinking of trying a similar road trip yourself, maybe you're looking for reasons to never do what we've done ever...?
For the record, there are a million people on the road who have better, more equipped setups than we do. Our angle is that we're relatable (not underprepared)! We are two people who didn't know what we were doing, decided to try anyway, and kinda did it. Our sweet little Honda Element, which we bought via Craigslist for a good deal, was equipped with a bed, a cooler, a camp stove, some storage containers that were slightly too small for our usual amount of food and kitchenwares, a first-aid kit, our backpacks, and some undesirable toilet solutions for sticky situations. That's about it.
This worked out, for the most part! Our version of road tripping was hardly a step above tent camping as far as luxuries, but you know, the 6 inch memory foam mattress was really nice.
Our usual routine at the beginning of the week often involved going out of our way to find a Trader Joe's--our home away from home--because we are creepily obsessed with them, and because we know our way around any TJ's like the back of our hand. We can zip in and zip out with our favorite dried meats, soft cheeses, coffee, wine, breads, cereals, and snack items for less than $80 and in under half an hour. Then we play a game of Tetris as we try to fit everything in our little Stanley cooler (that is only slightly larger than a block of ice) and our dry bag, but in the end, we are probably good for the week.
|Andrew experiments with foil to reduce cleanup.|
Lunch was often sandwiches, just a bit of meat and cheese on bread. Sometimes we splurged on apples to go with lunch. Dinner was usually some form of pasta, which used more water than was probably necessary, but I was super over the hot dog life within the first week--not sustainable. And though we were technically "roughing it," we allowed ourselves a few indulgences like dessert and a little wine. It is our honeymoon, after all.
Before the trip began, we envisioned a little more urban camping than we ended up actually doing, because it turned out we very much preferred the wilderness over parking lots. For one thing, I can just hop out and pee in the bushes in the middle of the night when we're at a secluded campsite. Finding cheap or free campgrounds was also a lot easier than searching for loopholes in local city laws regarding sleeping in your car.
Our favorite site to use was Campendium; it was often really easy to search our area and see reviews and pictures of free sites. Andrew would be on the laptop using his phone's hotspot while I drove, and then we would switch at a gas station once he'd found a place because I can't be as trusted to navigate to new places... When we struggled to find something good on Campendium, we had the comfortable knowledge that it's legal to park and sleep on any national forest or BLM land if you're just a little ways off the road.
We did park one night at a city park in Junction, Texas, which felt odd (most city parks don't allow sleeping in your car overnight) but there were tons of positive reviews online and a police officer that regularly patrolled at night. If you do your searching, you'll find a variety of camping options out there. Some have toilets nearby and some don't, some offer potable water sources and some don't. Make sure you're prepared and you should be just fine.
Without question, we avoided camping inside any national or state parks--with the exception of Clear Lake State Park when we couldn't find another option--because those are certainly expensive. We regularly asked locals for advice, though. You'll recall this is how we found the Merced River, a favorite. This is also how we came upon the Whitmore Hot Springs on the East side of Yosemite, which I will now tell you about--both a park ranger and our friend Dave mentioned them as a dense cluster of naturally-occurring hot springs with free camping right next to them. "Everyone gets their own pool!" both of these gentlemen assured us. We eagerly raced there.
"Is this the only hot spring around?" they asked. They, too, carried a paper Trader Joe's bag surely filled with picnic supplies.
We tried to be as helpful as possible. "It's the first one we came to, but we hear there are tons around this area. Are you looking for a pool to yourself?"
"Not particularly," the boyfriend said, shrugging. "Are you?"
"Uh, yes," Andrew said, awkwardly blunt. They wandered away. Only a few minutes later, a middle-aged woman on an ATV--clad entirely in pale pink--came rumbling by. We'd seen a couple ATVs around in the distance for a while, and it became suddenly clear that she was one of them...and they'd been scouting.
"Prosecco, that's what I'm talking about!" she exclaimed. She then went on to tell us about how she and her husband had found this exact hot spring when they were young and every year they came back to visit and "re-create the moment." She was cheerful, but she implied many times that we were pretty much expected GTFO like, pretty soon. (This was contrary to what all the locals we'd spoken to had said up to this point, including the men with trucks!) We waved her away as she shouted, "We'll be there later!" and hoped to maybe now enjoy the romantic evening we'd envisioned. ("She saw the wine, so she must have seen our honeymoon blanket," I muttered to Andrew.)
Maybe ten minutes later, a minivan rolled by. A man in his thirties stepped out, and asked if we were camping here. We nodded. He told us his story, which was that he grew up not far from here and visited frequently as a young boy, but had since moved away for work and family. He was back to visit and wanted to "see if everything was still like he remembered." Eventually he wandered back to his van.
The sunset was beginning to look spectacular, and we'd maybe clocked about 30 minutes total in the pool when another young couple approached. "Think two more can fit in there?" they asked. By this time we were done trying to convince people to leave. Andrew replied, "It will be a squeeze, but if you're up for it..."
They turned out to be great. They were from Australia, and were living out of their small RV on a trip of their own. We chatted for hours and laughed about the ridiculous parts of the US. We tried to convince them that yes, the animals on their continent are far more terrifying than anything on North America. (THEY DON'T BELIEVE US?? BIRD-EATING SPIDERS???) The four of us avoided the chilling night air--and kept the pool occupied in case the ATV people wanted to come and tap in--for hours. Finally we had to face the night and go to bed, and we all pretended to not care about the breeze on our wet skin even though we all probably really cared. They went back to their RV, and we leapt into the cozy blankets of our Element.
We never did see the ATV people that night.
Kaibab National Forest road just a few miles outside the entrance to the park, situated in a big clearing where we could certainly see stars, and immediately set up a campfire and made some dinner. Of course, we opened a bit of wine to sip, too. We had cell service, so we enjoyed phone calls with our friends and family snuggled up right next to the crackling flames, and before we knew it, two bottles of wine were gone and it was past time to go to bed.
We didn't get a good deal that night, but spent the money to avoid getting sick anyway. Until we returned to climates that stayed above about 47 degrees at night, we booked Airbnbs and cheap motels. If we were going to live in our Element more long term, we would absolutely need a heater to run all night. However, this predicament did lead us to booking a hostel in New Orleans, where we had an excellent time, and my first experience Couchsurfing just outside Memphis, which was a far more positive experience than I had expected. (I had been a little nervous.)
In the end, we have absolutely no regrets about our Element camping experience. We certainly learned a lot of things, and have enjoyed eager discussions about how we can improve our #vanlife for our next adventure, but this setup was exactly what we needed. We spent maybe $350 on overnight accommodations over the course of the two months. (Staying with family saved our butts a few times, but still.) We haven't experienced problems with the vehicle--didn't even get a flat tire--had no medical emergencies (though it got a little close there one night in New Orleans, I managed to keep my finger), and have stayed totally on schedule. Oh, and we don't hate each other, despite living out of a tiny box! Newlywed bliss maybe, or we're just well matched.
For now we are at our second-to-last stop on our grand road trip adventure, in Winston-Salem, North Carolina with my aunt and uncle. The Buddy Bus, our wonderful Honda Element, is for sale (with the bed setup, top carrier, and camping supplies included if you want them!) and we are nearly ready to be in New York and then Paris. It feels like we've been road tripping for ages and at the same time, no time at all.