Sometimes it's not about solar

I had followed a friend's directions to a boondocking spot near Leadville, Colorado. A small clearing in a forest with an old fire ring. After being there for about three hours I thought, "This place just isn't speaking to me."

I bumped my way back to the county road and continued farther into the forest, looking for alternatives. I passed some occupied spots by the creek. I passed some trail head parking lots. I passed a meadow. I came to a Forest Service campground and cruised through it. Meh. That meadow, though. It was kind of nice. I turned around.

There were camping spots among the trees at the edge of the meadow. I pulled into one of them. Mmmm, nah. I tried another. Nope. Finally I chose a spot right out in the open. I felt like Goldilocks. "Just right."

Solar access was a side benefit. So was a nice breeze flowing through the Rolling Steel Tent. And in the morning, an unobstructed view of the rising sun illuminating Mount Elbert, the highest peak in Colorado.