I have only been camping a couple of times in my life. The trips with my family always involved me sleeping in my family’s van instead of outside. One time I got so scared of a windstorm outside that I threw up my spaghetti dinner all over the car. Let’s just say I am not the most experienced outdoorswoman.
Our first night of camping at a proper campground in Kaikoura went just fine. When we arrived to Geraldine the next day, we headed to the information center to ask where there were free camping sites. We were told to drive about fifteen minutes out of town…there we would find a series of three free sites. The pavement quickly turned into a narrow gravel road, but we finally arrived at the site. There was one other campervan set up but nothing else. (Well, nothing besides two gross, smelly outhouses.) We were far away from civilization….safe but far away.
After setting up our tent and eating a sandwich from Subway, we settled in to go to bed. It was around 10pm, and everything was going okay. I was a bit wary of the lack of people but tried to tell myself everything would be fine. Around midnight I woke up to rustling outside of our tent. I flipped our flashlight on and tried to scare away whatever was lurking outside. The rustling continued, and I woke Mike up. He said it was probably a deer and that it was fine.
I, however, was not fine. Scared shitless, I told Mike that I didn’t want to be there and that I would rather sleep in our car in town. Keep in mind that it was now almost 1am. Being the wonderful husband that he is, he let me run into the car while he tore down the tent and threw all of our stuff in the trunk. We carefully drove the twentyish minutes back into town and found a friendly-looking parking lot to call home for the night. We parked next to a camper van, curled up in the front seats, and finally fell asleep.
We woke up the next morning and then noticed the sign that said “No Overnight Parking.” Whoops. We made our way over to the public bathroom where Mike proceeded to brush his teeth and wash his face while confused tourists stared at him. Hoboes…we are truly hoboes.
Lesson learned: I do not like sleeping in free campsites that are in the middle of the woods. We camped in the backyards of hostels the following two nights.
By the way…we never saw the menacing deer.
Hanna, Frank, Our Car Bluebird, and No Deer.