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Where To Sleep During A Long-Haul Road Trip: Putting A Price On Your Safety
I've road-tripped and relocated across the West many times, and love the time alone with my thoughts and enjoying the scenery. Now that I'm in my early 40s, however, I've become more wary about where I choose to spend the night. I'm still on a tight budget, but this increasing awareness is a direct result of life experience, and my obsession with TV shows like "Forensic Files."
It's not necessarily a bad thing. After all, someone who is truly fearful wouldn't travel or drive cross-country alone. They certainly wouldn't elect to drive Nevada's notorious Highway 50, aka "The Loneliest Road in America," but that's what I did last week (anything to avoid the mind-numbing hell that is Highway 80). Allegedly, less than 200 drivers a day pass on this route, so one needs to plan accordingly.
Highway 50 is mostly high desert landscape, broken up by a handful of historic mining towns like the curiously appealing Austin. Located seven hours east of the Bay Area, this is where I chose to spend the first night of the final leg of my journey, in the rustic but comfortable Cozy Mountain Motel.
Although I was desperate to save money (my room was $60, and of the three motels in town, it had the best reviews ... I also use the term "town" loosely), I didn't feel safe camping alone in such a desolate region. It's a shame, because the nearby primitive Bob Scott Campground, in the sagebrush and Piñon pines of the Toiyabe National Forest, is a beauty. Yet, due to its isolation and handful of sites, it wasn't the place for an exhausted, solo female to spend the night.
I was so wiped out when I arrived that I chose the first campground I saw: a KOA, which is the type of place I usually go to great lengths to avoid. At that point, all I cared about was a shower and rest, and because it was a glorious, hot desert night, I planned to sleep under the stars. Expediency meant more to me than dealing with setting up a tent in a less generic campground.
I walked into the office and asked the very friendly girl behind the counter for a tent site. Upon driving to the location, I discovered several things that didn't thrill me. It abutted a vacant lot separated only by some sparse vegetation. Next to the lot was a rundown Motel 6. To my right were a few unoccupied, dusty campsites and open highway. Um, no thank you.
I scouted the mostly empty campground (which was primarily RV, and not tent, sites) and chose a location between two motorhomes, which was backed by a chain-link fence. Then I returned to the office and explained that I didn't feel safe in my assigned site, and could I please have X or X location?
No problem. The receptionist said she understood, and proceeded to tell me a horrifying story about a recent encounter her mother had had in the town park with a drug-addled freak. She didn't even charge me the higher RV rate.
An hour later, I was sprawled happily on my sleeping bag, reading, when the receptionist and her employer, a crotchety old man, whizzed up in a golf cart. She looked uncomfortable as he sniped at me for being in an "unauthorized site" because I was in a car. I was ordered to come to the office to rectify the situation immediately. Sigh.
Back behind the counter, the poor receptionist apologized profusely, and I shrugged it off, saying I'd rather pay more to ensure my safety. A manager was needed to get into the system and charge me accordingly, and when he showed up at the office, she explained the situation. He was clearly more interested in returning to his happy hour, so I was permitted to remain in my present location, free of extra charge.
Needless to say, I remained unmolested during the night, and although I was embarrassed by the musical campsites, the entire experience reinforced that it's best to listen to your gut. Always insist upon putting your safety first.
[Photo credits: tent, Flickr user Pink Sherbet Photography; Arches NP, Flickr user Fikret Onal; Jason, Flickr user Stinkie Pinkie]