Camping the Interstate Highway System

Along the vast concrete and asphalt desert that we refer to as the Interstate Highway System, there exist a series of oases, slivers and triangles of dense foliage and vegitation, refuges for wildlife amongst the buzzing chaos of vehicular tidal movement. So, why can't they serve as refuge for humans? Seriously. Why not? Have you ever given any more than a passing glance at the random tree clusters that line our highways? Highways that you might travel everyday for years house odd patches of forest that you see everyday yet you wouldn't be able to pick out of a police line-up. Seems like the perfect place to set up camp to me. Nobody would fuck with you and I bet if you picked your spot just right, you could live covertly just a stone's throw away from civilization and you wouldn't be found for years. I think this is seriously going to make it on to my bucket list. Camp the interstate highway system. I'll set up camp on a wooded clover leaf offramp and see how long I can avoid detection. Seems like a great place to clear my mind, focus on what really matters, and carve out some time to punch out that manifesto I've been meaning to write. Plus, I bet that the sound of rushing traffic is like the urban version of a waterfall. I love falling asleep to ambient noise. Oh, shit, random thought: two birds one stone. I'll build an eight by eight shack out of pallets and camp the interstate while simultaneously enjoying that clubhouse I always wanted. I might literally try to kill two birds with one stone, too. Hobos gotta eat too, ya dig?