I spent this past Monday night stealth-camping in urban Fort Worth.
I had slid in on an icy I-20 from west Texas, with an appointment Tuesday for warranty service on my new Lance.
Ice. Ice. Ice. More expected overnight. I did not want to be even a mile away, in case the roads were impassible. I had driven 250 miles for this appointment.
The business next door had a bunch of service trucks. I tucked in among them.
Slept well.
Ideal? Not even close.
Appropriate in the situation? Absolutely.
Grateful I was in a truck camper? You betcha.
Assess. Adapt. Overcome.
Joe