There is not a thing I hate about Boondocking. I put together my rig, to be able to get out somewhere and not come back (my qualifier is; the land of Telephone Poles and Sidewalks), for weeks, sometimes a month or so. Currently, I have been out here in the Mojave Desert, since April 12th and have not had to replenish, except for two runs on the motorcycle for some milk, eggs and onions and a ride over to the Lance Truck Camper’s Factory, for a tour. I was in this area for 4 weeks in January and never saw a single person, or a track on the two roads that go by, nearby (Yes, I mark the roads so as to determine if someone has been around while I am out exploring).
This time, I have met a few dirt bikers and one Sheriff’s Deputy that came to check on me after their department helicopter had spotted me and to thank me for calling in a recent range fire, I spotted on a nearby hill side. (Shooters had fired the dry brush). I like the area, as I can still get internet and cell phone coverage here, and still miles away from a paved road. From here, I can radiate out and explore. I try to keep my radius to a hundred miles, for my day trips on the motorcycle.
A week ago, a guy in a Chevy Van, set up about a mile or so, down a drainage from me. He gets out and plays his drum set (yep, cymbals too) and I don’t mind one bit. I was out searching for Coyote and Fox dens (one of my favorite things to do since I was a kid) and walked up on him. Boy you should have seen him jump. He apologized for moving in so close. I told him I didn’t mind. I was just happy that he didn’t set up near me. I can barely see the top of his van, through the Creosote Bushes.
A couple of years ago, I had a guy set up near me, at a lake in Kansas, with what I found out later, were “Bucket Lights.” He also set up some “Rope Lights” too, strung around the outer edge of his Awning and small 5th Wheel. His Bucket Lights were placed on all four corners of his rig. It lit up the whole world, as I knew it, as he turned them on at dark and kept them on all night.
So I would say some things are an annoyance, but I know I can move, where if I lived in a house or apartment, it would be much more difficult to contend with.
Yep, life is good and boondocking is the sprinkles on top.
I hate it, wherever you camp, when you have to deal with inconsiderate people. People who walk right through your camp to get to the lake. I grew up camping and my Dad taught me proper camping manners, I hate it when I have to teach other campers I don't know the same...
X2 and their dog leaves a package and you have to ask them to clean it up.
There was a spot I liked going to when this other couple was there. They get their guns out and would target practice when any one came down to the spot. Scared most of the partyers away. They were a bit noisy, but @ 10 PM they went to bed.
Boondocking to me means I won't see anyone else except the DW until I decide to re-enter the madness. Another camper within 100 yards makes me think about moving camp somewhere else. After all, I want to run my genny at whatever hour I want, but I don't want to disturb anyone else or them disturb me, hence "boondocking". Remember that the boonies is far from town. And, spending the night in a WalMart parking lot is not "boondocking". So...I voted for not seeing another human being. At 65, I've seen enough of them.
1996 Chevy K1500 4X4 Short Box, 5.7L Vortec, E rated tires, Lance Model 820 with Cabover Struts, Firestone Ride-Rite Air Bags, KYB MonoMax Shocks, Torklift Stable Loads, Happijac Truck Camper Tiedowns and Turnbuckles, Honda Eu2000i Inverter/Generator.