I happened upon this dispersed campsite after I decided that I now live a “charmed life”.
(Yes, it was a decision – less angst and more flow.) I never could have imagined I would find a site this stunning, and it offers me the solitude I’ve wanted along with a few surprisingly friendly extras.
Take the wine rack, for instance. I was holding the bottle of wine and thinking about setting up my screen shelter, when – voilà! There it was: a perfect place to stow my bottle until cocktail time! (I’m getting really good at this manifesting thing!)
Two stalwart white pines stand sentry at the front zipper-door of my shelter, guarding my creative space. These trees also sheltered me from strong winds that raged a few nights, keeping all other campers at bay. No matter – even if they had stuck it out, my site is about half an acre, and populated by wild roses, scrub, grasses, pine, aspen, and wildflowers thick enough to camouflage my whereabouts. Worries about rain and flash flooding here are scant; I don’t sleep in my screen shelter anyway! I ran across a wild turkey and her chicks, gobble-gobbling away into the tall grasses. This is the sign of the give-away in Native American lore; I’m feeling the wonder of receiving and making mental notes to give back.
As I gaze beyond the cliff (only about a twelve foot drop to the water) I wander through space and time as butterflies and hummingbirds make their zigzag patterns downstream. It is idyllic. Yes, a charmed life. I like the sound of it. I like the feel of it. Think I’ll keep this going….
Can you tell us, at least roughly, where this is?
Shawn, it is outside Great Basin NP, Baker, NV.