As counterintuitive as it may seem, “going with the flow” and “winging it” when it comes to figuring out where to sleep each night is really frustrating. There’s nothing that gets the anxiety flowing quite like driving around sketchy neighborhoods late at night trying to figure out where to safely park the van to get a good night’s rest.
It’s the epitome of 21st Century problems: to Instagram or not? We’re standing atop a 5,000-foot peak, the sun is shining on mountain ridges in all directions, and we can’t hear a thing save for the wind. I shudder as I find myself thinking, “This would be a great Instagram shot.” I too have fallen victim to the curse of the modern era.