Night 4

The Beaver 39th & Pine

This isn't the first night I've stayed in the Beaver, but it's technically the first since I started the blog. Last night I was exhausted and wanted to park before it got dark. Not all of my lights work. Another thing on my list. Now that the fuel injector was replaced, my new concern is lights. I wanted to be near Laurelhurst Park. I nestled into a spot facing the park on 39th and Pine. When picking a spot to land the Beaver, a few things come to mind. I don't look for dark and quiet homes because people just aren't home yet and I don't know if I'm taking up their spot or not. I look for driveways with cars already in them and if there is street parking nearby, I go there. I assume that they are parking in their driveway and don't need the street. That gives me a better chance of not making someone mad. I can imagine them pulling up to their house and going 'Oh Jesus now whose big green RV is that?.' While inside last night I was overly conscious of the noises outside. I was anticipating someone to knock on my door. I haven't parked this early before so it was leaving plenty of time for someone to grow curious or irritable. But as the night went on, no one knocked. The only sounds I heard the whole time was a neighbor cutting wood on his front lawn, a couple neighbors taking their recycling out and two very annoying barking dogs for a couple minutes, followed by an extremely annoyed dog owner bitching about them to himself. My biggest issue was not parking on a level spot. My bed angle was off kilter, creating a slant. I had to sleep nearly perpendicular to how you'd normally lay in a bed, trying to keep my head above my body at this slight angle. It was like sleeping on a little hill.

I woke up before 6a, and decided to go to the park like I planned, before I start my day.