Some local people talked to me at camp, the other day. I wish this kind of thing happened more often. One fellow had an electric car that he talked about quite a bit. I was camped on some BLM land that didn't get many visitors. The locals were not suspicious of me -- well, maybe a little. They seemed curious about me. Or maybe they were flattered that their area was finally appreciated by a 'camper/tourist.' I instinctively moved away from these mountains when I was looking for a place to camp. It is nice to stay close enough to see them, of course, but I don't want to be too close. I found a nice area of green BLM hills, and camped right at a topographic saddle, where it was flat. The cellphone signal ended on the back side of the saddle. You can just barely see my trailer as a small white rectangle towards the center of the photo, above. My little dog and I had walked up the two-track road that you can see in the foreground. These hills can be big. Si
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