And boy oh boy was it quiet. A bit breezy much of the time but when it wasn't blowing you could have heard a cricket fart. And yes, it was spectacular... Boondocking The Big Quiet
Tim, I remember the first time we were in a place that quiet -- boondocking in the Eastern Sierra. Both DW and I were trying to figure out what that noise was -- whoosh whoosh whoosh -- sounded like a pump was on somewhere. (We have spent all of our lives in the urban roar of Southern California.)
Looked under the seat -- nope, the water pump was off.
It took us a few minutes to figure it out.
And now it ain't boondocking without that soundtrack!