And here I thought the "New Wilderness Experience" took form in "Burning Man".
If you don't wash plates with salt water and sand to conserve fresh water, yaint boondocking.
Utterly alone for a distance of a mile-and-and-half (to the Mexican lobster diver's tarpaper shack) I ran a Yamaha 5500 diesel from 10 June (or thereabouts) until the day hurricane Gilberto struck the Yucatan peninsula. Day and night 24/7 except when I with with him diving the Chinchorro reef.
I hauled 4 55 gallon drums in my pickup. Thirty dollars worth of Mexican #2-1/2 diesel. Lasted 4-weeks (just shy of a month). That's right, a shade over fifteen cents US per gallon. Had three 13.5K roof air units going.
So I can't be accused of being an anti-generator fanatic. From the wooz's house up the hill behind me, to the goat lady's place near the bottom of the arroyo my Kubota runs but dead silence fills the air. Supposedly a 10-year old's ears are the most sensitive and none of the girls can hear the generator. It's a matter of jungle (tropical savanna) vegetation.
But jamming into a place where rigs sit closer than 150' is not my style. The last time I stayed in an RV park I could count the number of deep-night toilet flushes on both sides. Then there was the couple that simply -had- to have a 300 bulb Christmas light string that varied patterns every 30-seconds. I admit it - I'll ring the bell - I can't take that. Twenty five dollars for -that- ?
Solar panels mean solar ovens depending on where a person camps. If the sun is so hot it leaves a red mark and stinging if I touch chrome, its time to heddum up and mooobum out. That's what a 8,200 watt alternator is for. Flee and recharge on the way out the gate.
