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Stealth Camping Steve

Steve’s gotten to a new level of simplicity in off the grid living by taking the van out of “living in a van down by the river.***

What can I say? He’s Canadian.


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  • OneGuy March 11, 2021, 6:56 AM

    I have slept in a culvert. I have slept on a park table, I have slept on the ground by my motorcycle and by my car. Was I homeless? No I was in the military traveling either on leave or between duty stations. It was the only way in those early years with lower rank/pay to make it. I’m not complaining, never thought it was a big deal. That culvert was not comfortable but it was out of the weather in the mountains of Colorado. My real memory of that time was riding into the next little town and stopping at a tiny restaurant and ordering bacon, eggs, hash browns and a side of 7 pancakes. The old gentleman bring the order to me and my buddy couldn’t believe we could eat it all. We did. Then we rode another coupkle hundred mile to Denver in the rain and cold. I loved riding that motorcycle but it sure brought you close to nature whether you wanted to be or not.

  • Bill Chunko March 11, 2021, 8:17 AM

    I’ve seen bits of this guy’s videos before. I guess he feels like he’s getting by. I think he’s a bit of a nut. Now this isn’t to say I haven’t done similar things. I slept under highway overpasses a couple of times when I was out hitchhiking around in my younger days. It wasn’t real comfortable, and it certainly wasn’t safe. But I survived. I wouldn’t recommend it.

  • Gordon Scott March 11, 2021, 8:40 AM

    There is a whole culture of this, with subcultures. There’s RVers who camp at Walmarts. There’s RVers who camp on BLM land around Arizona, and come into a park once a week to dump, and refill tanks. There’s RVers who are homeless on four wheels, like the four who are camped two blocks away, near the Minneapolis Public Schools HQ. They disappeared when it went below zero, but they’re back. It’s called stealth camping, but they’re not really very stealthy.

    There are folks who convert vehicles into RVs that don’t look like RVs. One couple had a trailer pulled behind an SUV that looked just like a petroleum exploration rig, right down to the company paint job and logos. I suppose in the Biden era that would stand out.

    Then there are professional folks, in modern RVs or Airstreams, who are camping wherever. They’re working remotely, making a living, but they never visit the office. One needs a certain high level of skills to pull that off.

    It’s not like one can really hide doing this. If you’re connecting to the internet, you’re trackable.

  • Anonymous March 11, 2021, 8:52 AM

    Here’s a good video that shows various levels of stealth:


    Get yourself some solar panels on top, and a Starlink antenna, and you’re golden. Apparently this is where all the MGTOW (men going their own way) are.

  • gwbnyc March 11, 2021, 8:58 AM

    I’ve had my adventures; being semi-feral I can sleep upside down (it’s all the levers etc to be negotiated) in the sheetmetal cabs of abandoned road machinery and the like.

    I note now in late night NYC parked car camping at curbside- couples, many times.

  • Snakepit Kansas March 11, 2021, 9:13 AM

    Your story immediately reminded me of one from my late father. In the mid/late 50s he was stationed with the Air Force, somewhere in TX working on B47s. He took leave and rode his 650 Matchless from the base to home in Cross Lanes WVA. He slept on the side of the road, picknick tables in parks and under a small tarp when it rained. He said his hands were numb from the handlebar vibrations. I believe he took a bus back to base and had his motorcycle shipped back on a train.

  • MIKE GUENTHER March 11, 2021, 9:14 AM

    I lived in the back of my 95 Toyota box truck for a month in Tampa one year when me and a buddy had a Christmas tree lot across the street from the Busch Gardens employee entrance. It was rough living. My buddy slept on the ground under his truck and my dog slept between the trucks.

    I slept with a pistol under my pillow, as did my buddy. Everyone who stopped by to look the trees over would say…Y’all sleeping here? Man this is a bad neighborhood.

    We had a friend who lived in town who would let us come over and use his shower. He also had a good weed connection.

  • Auntie Analogue March 11, 2021, 10:34 AM

    Forgive me, because I can’t make out if this post is a complement to or a contrast against the many posts of Venice Beach homeless videos. A fine line, or a world of difference?

  • ghostsniper March 11, 2021, 11:19 AM

    @Auntie, I believe it’s a glimpse into the future, for many, though they may not know it yet.

  • Terry March 11, 2021, 1:54 PM

    I think ghost is dead-on. The dems have plans to throw many, many people from their homes and give the new invaders from the south these homes. HRC hinted this several years ago.

    Find a hiding place now or end up in a dot gov camp. Remember we are the deplorables.

  • James ONeil March 11, 2021, 1:55 PM

    Most of my camping has been reasonably comfortable though I have siwashed it on a number of occasions beside my truck or a canoe.

    I do have a friend that, while siwashing it, awoke with his head in a bear’s mouth.

    The bear saw this round thing sticking out of the sleeping bag and decided to have a taste. He shouted and screamed like a little girl (He quite freely admits.), and the sounds, inside her mouth, that the sow knew were here own, scared her enough that she dropped his head and ran up the hill leaving a trail of sh _ _ behind her.

    I didn’t ask but I suspect the inside of his sleeping bag contained a bit of a mess as well.

  • OneGuy March 11, 2021, 2:54 PM

    Snakepit, My first long motorcycle trip was from Biloxi MS to Oregon in 1965. I was a little concerned that I wouldn’t get to my next base if I had problems so I tried to make good time driving. But somewhere in Texas I feel asleep and drove off the road. No problem in West Texas because it was flat and there were no fences and the bumps woke me up. So I decided it was time to rest and pulled over and just lay down and went to sleep on the ground, no bag, no blanket, no pillow, just went to sleep. Next day I was in the Rockies, late at night, freezing, shivering, tried to keep driving but I was killing myself so again pulled over and went to sleep. Shivered most of the rest of the night. All poor planning on my part not having a sleeping bag. All I had was my AWOL bag with a change of underwear and my class A’s so I could be dressed right to report to my new duty station. I made a lot more cross country trips on a motorcycle but I learned to carry a sleeping bag and a small cheap tarp. The big problem I faced was the sun. My nose especially and the back of my hands. This would have been easy to prevent I was just to stupid to do it. Now I get to have a dermatologist check me for skin cancer every 6 months.

    My favorite story was I rode my bike from Oregon to Boston one Summer and of course had to ride back. I stopped in a small town in Kansas to eat at a old broken down drive in. I was sitting on a picnic table when the waitress brought my lunch. She talked a little then came back and talked some more and as I was finishing she asked then begged me to take her with me. Her life sucked in that little town and she didn’t want to be a farmers wife. I took her, she later expressed great gratitude and I left her in Portland Oregon, she knew someone there. I can’t remember her name, I can barely recall her face, time takes it’s toll…

  • LP March 11, 2021, 4:13 PM

    At the doorway to a theater on 126 Second Ave in NYC where the percussion show “Stomp” performs, there sits a large pile of refuse furniture parts with a handwritten sign, “do not remove -this is the home of… (some couple I don’t remember their names) to me it seems pretty bold of them to stake a claim to NYC property simply by placing some discarded furniture on the sidewalk with a handwritten sign

  • gwbnyc March 11, 2021, 6:28 PM


    SE corner of W13th&7th Ave in front of abandoned Duane Reade, a mattress pushed against the bldg with a few items strewn on it, and a note: “back in ten minutes”

  • lpdbw March 12, 2021, 10:08 AM

    @Bill Chunko

    You say “bit of a nut”, I’d say “eccentric”. I’ve been a subscriber to his channel for months.
    He’s found a niche on Youtube that lets him express his eccentricity and risk taking, for profit.

  • Casey Klahn March 12, 2021, 10:55 AM

    I often go back to my days selling camping gear at REI on Capitol Hill. Yes, the one that went autonomous and was all-camping, all the time. Should I feel like our whole program was mega successful? LOL. Marxism, camping…? Talk about mission accomplished.

    Anyway, one day the doors to 11th Ave were all open because it was a sunny day in Seattle. A homeless dude stood in the doorway, glowering in at the yuppy clientele in their fine clothing and literally spilling cash and swagger; he yelled at the top of his lungs: “You people think you’re so cool! I camp out every day!”

    I don’t know if it was his buddy or not, who that same summer died under the loading dock. Ghost is right – this is a harbinger of days to come. The guy in this vid is like a human coyote.

  • ghostsniper March 12, 2021, 11:18 AM

    Speaking of coyote’s, apparently I almost saw one yesterday but didn’t realize it. I was coming home from somewhere and as I passed the next door neighbors driveway I saw him walking to the mailbox so I tooted and we waved. Then last night his wife called my wife and asked for the phone number for another neighbor down the road. (my wife is the communications hub for the area so it seems) In passing the neighbor lady told my wife her husband (the dood I waved to) had a coyote dart across his path as he walked to the mailbox that morning. Funny thing, their front yard is wide open both ways, a distance of maybe 500 feet or so, and I didn’t see any coyote any where, and I was looking cause I hear them over there all the time. maybe it was a ghostyote.

  • Casey Klahn March 12, 2021, 5:32 PM

    Ghostie, it is not for no reason they are called “Prairie Ghosts” out here. I have watched them appear, disappear, appear…at longer ranges. At shorter ranges, I have seen then appear from nowhere. Of course, I was invisible to them by the same token.

    A coyote is a beast of otherworldly abilities. He knows what you ate for lunch yesterday, and that from a hundred yards out. He knows your name, your habits, and when you are around or not. I never lack respect for that critter. Then, we have the wolf…