CROSSLAKE, MINN. – Here on the shores of Cross Lake, Minnesotans' desire to leave their homes, apartments and other abodes after a monthslong lockdown is fully displayed.
The federal campground here is chockablock or nearly so, and sleeping arrangements run the gamut: tents of all colors and shapes, travel trailers, pickup campers, motor homes, fifth-wheels and camper trailers.
Among these, no perfect choice exists. Tents are portable and inexpensive. Tent trailers are a step up from these, some even pulled by motorcycles. At the top of the heap, depending on one's needs, viewpoint and amount of disposable income, are motor homes, the range of which extends from the converted school bus popularized by Ken Kesey's drug-fueled trans-America hippie scamper chronicled in 1968 by Tom Wolfe's "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test,'' to million-dollar Prevost opulence mobiles.
All of which intrigues me because behind every camper's shelter selection is a story.
Years ago, for instance, while riding my motorcycle in a rainy Santa Barbara, Calif., I met a guy at an all-night hamburger joint who said I could crash in the VW bus he had in his backyard, a vehicle that was up on blocks but otherwise appeared more or less habitable.
This would be my first RV experience, kind of, and I cabled my bike to the bus' axle, unrolled my sleeping bag and was out like a light until being awakened by two squad cars, four spotlights and a big dog. The charge — allegation, from my viewpoint — was trespassing. My new friend, it turned out, didn't own the VW, the home or the backyard.
Here in Crosslake last week, Nancy and Richard Becker weren't trespassing. Instead the couple from Princeton, Minn., was ensconced comfortably in the Cross Lake Recreation Area Campground — its formal handle — and as such were representative of a new and growing breed of RV camper: the minimalist.
"In addition to the various RVs we've owned, we've also stayed in hotels while traveling," Nancy said. "We have four kids and when they were young we camped every summer in Minnesota and around the country. Now it's just the two of us."
Relaxing in camp chairs, their bikes (the pedaling kind) nearby, Nancy, 70, and Richard, 72, regularly leave home on Mondays and return on Thursdays or Fridays. Usually this travel routine begins in May, but this year, because of the pandemic, it started only last Monday, when state, federal and other campgrounds opened.