Sleeping At The Beach

I slept in the van a few steps from the beach twice this week.  It’s nice.  At night before bed, I walked on the pier and watched a seal or two play in the shallow water below.  In the morning, I got my coffee then sat on a park bench looking out at the ocean.  I’m not going to wax too eloquently about the ocean except to say, when I stare out into the waves, I forget all my problems and the ugliness of the world.

There was a price to pay though.  The public parking lot, although free, attracts a lot of partiers and young people.  At one point, in the middle of last night, someone drove up and was playing very loud rap music.  Although I really hate rap music, I was tired and decided to just try to go with it…relax and not let it bother me.  Can you guess what happened next?

The cops came, of course.

It took a long time to give the ticket or whatever and I could see one of the cops’ big fat head about a foot from my back window.  I guess he couldn’t be bothered with my ugly old van though and he never peered in curiously, as I was afraid he might.

I did pretty good relaxing through it.  I made sure not too move around too much or rock the van.  I slept through part of the time the cops were there.  That’s a big improvement for me.  I figured if he decided to hassle me, I would just deal with it.  I was mentally prepared but I’m glad he didn’t bother me.

My biggest fear of having to talk with cops is….I’m not going to kiss their asses but I also don’t want to get beat up or go to jail.  So I have to be on my game to strike just the right pose (is that the word I’m looking for?) with them.  Polite enough but not subservient.

Ok well, it’s off to work for me now.  Have a great day everyone.

About Maureen, Living in a Van

I'm a free-sleeper living in a van in the prettiest part of the world. I do this partly due to financial circumstances and partly because I love a good adventure.
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