Well, I can't tell you exactly where we last boondocked, but it was last summer in the Eastern Sierra between Lee Vining and Bridgeport. Here is our campsite, off a long, rough dirt road at 9000 feet -- we set up the tarp to protect our generator from the rain -- there were occasional thunderstorms -- and that is why the awning is tilted (to shed the rain):
This is a view of the campsite from a nearby meadow -- the trailer is hidden in the trees, and DW is sitting in our afternoon "cocktail area" in the meadow:
This is the view from the campsite -- that's Mono Lake out in the distance -- at night, lightning would flicker over the mountains and valleys to the east:
We were there for a week, and almost every evening a "lenticular cloud" would form over the Tioga Pass area to the south, catching the sunset:
I should add that this nameless place is a classic boondocking site -- absolutely silent. We saw no one for a week. So quiet that the noise of the blood pounding in our ears was very audible. So quiet that when pine needles would fall on the roof of the trailer, the tiny impact of each one was distinct and clear.
