Overnighting for “free” on desert BLM land in Southern California. No other campers. No idling diesels. Just us, a few very cold rattlesnakes, a few million scorpions, and a full moon.
That’s how we roll.
Overnighting for “free” on desert BLM land in Southern California. No other campers. No idling diesels. Just us, a few very cold rattlesnakes, a few million scorpions, and a full moon.
That’s how we roll.
You are not free until you have no need to impress anybody.
I’m unimpressed. Or maybe I’m not.
This morning, our front yard was the western Mojave desert.