I violated one of my general rules. I try not to arrive at a new boondocking spot after dark, especially when the directions are a little vague and involve a landmark that’s almost impossible to see at night. But I had dawdled leaving my previous location.
After driving back and forth on a stretch of deserted desert highway, I pulled into a convenience store to ask directions. The lady behind the counter didn’t know.
“Then do you mind if I spend the night in your parking lot?”
“Spend as many nights as you want,” she shrugged.
I don’t know whether she actually had authority to grant permission, but no one chased me away.
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