Full time RV boondockers are famous for sleeping around. Perhaps our best bedmate is the industrial economy. Instead of ogling pretty scenery we can look out our windows and think about things that we never would, camping any other way.

One summer I squatted on a maritime pier on Puget Sound. I can't say for sure that it was meticulously legal. I was awakened in the middle of night, not by the town cop's knock on my door, but by the bellowing horn of a huge tugboat that had pulled up in the middle of the night.

I quickly got dressed and staggered around on the pier, still half asleep. The crew was changing shifts. The tugboat's job was to escort football-field-sized oil tankers to a nearby refinery. My eye was drawn to the huge ropes that lashed the tugboat to the pier. I studied the knot, which seemed vaguely familiar from my days in sailing clubs.

Compare this to paying $30 a night to sleep on a 15 foot wide concrete pad. The next day you go to the office and see the standard display of tourist brochures: oh look! a guided tour of a cheese or candy factory.

At my present boondocking campsite on the east side of Chino Valley, AZ, I am enjoying watching the macho equipment roll in to build another power line.

Have you ever thought of the technological miracles of the 1800's: the conversion of mechanical motion into electricity, and thence into so many things? A day before this was discovered, a Jonathan Swift could have satirized it as silly scientist-stuff,  'turning sunbeams into cucumbers.' A day after, it was boring. Thanks Misters Faraday and Tesla, and all you others.

People of a few generations ago went through far more fundamental changes than us. What have we experienced besides the irruptions of cable TV commercials and internet Google ads!?

My poor little 3/4 ton cargo van looked so petite compared to all of the equipment rolling in. The first morning here, a caravan of Caterpillar-colored ground-chewers rumbled by, equally spaced, and preceded by a tanker truck that hosed down the dirt road, like a drum majorette preparing the way for a marching band.

This crane thing had a weird, Tyrannosaurus Rex effect. Recall that famous scene in Jurassic Park:


And so, off the power goes to the complacent, affluent home-dwellers of Prescott, who have never given a thought to what their standard of living is based on.