Jim, you are so right about the addictive quality of boondocking. Ordinary campgrounds, which used to seem so pleasant to us, are now mildly annoying -- noisy and crowded by comparison. It's like skiing on really dry snow in the Rockies -- it makes it very hard to go back to the wet cement we have in the Sierra. We are badly spoiled. But just as Tennyson said "it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all," it is better to boondock once in a while than never, even if we can't boondock all the time.
(I am fairly sure that "Tennyson" and "boondock" are rarely used in the same sentence. Tennyson did not have an RV, either.)