Several other truckers came through as I was cooking dinner. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Feeling safe, I walked the dogs just before sunset and locked us in for the night. I had my daytime shades drawn, which meant that I could see out, but no one else could see in. After a few minutes, another truck pulled up alongside me and released its airbrakes, sending the dogs into orbit. They had not yet become accustomed to this sound.

The trucker got out to stretch his legs like they all do, and I didn’t think much about it – until I realized that he was relieving himself in full view from my dining room table – and only a couple of feet away from my rig. Surely he must realize that there is someone inside the RV, I thought to myself. I guess that he didn’t expect that someone to be a woman. Maybe he didn’t care. How terribly strange, I thought.

It would so happen that I saw almost a penis a day whenever I was parked by the side of the road, which was most of the time. It tuns out that whether I had my blinds drawn or not, men did not seem to care – because they didn’t notice me. I realized about half-way through the trip that had I have been thinking like a business woman, a dash-cam and an internet connection to voyeur fetish websites could have provided me a pretty reliable income for the duration of my trip. Not that I would actually do such a thing, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t cross my mind.

Over the course of the trip, I witnessed people having sex in cars next to me, people getting into altercations, and every other thing under the sun you could imagine. Once, I overheard one side of a conversation of a woman who was clearly speaking to the lover with whom she was having an affair – and the conversation was anything but PG-13 in nature.

Perhaps RV’s make the ultimate spy-mobiles and I’m destined to become one of the highest-paid private detectives in history for my incredible ability to conceal myself in broad daylight.