Here are a few of my recent camps. If it's gonna rain, I try to get under the tarp or just head somewhere protected. Otherwise, I just try to find a flat spot. I'm kind of a sissy now, and take pillows. If the wind is howling, I get down in a deep cut or behind something like the snow fence in the one pic. I try to sleep under the stars a lot every year. I've had mice, packrats, and bugs get me. Never had a snake, a bear or anything like that come aboard. Always keep a weapon real handy just in case, usually with a good light.
Nothing makes you feel as small as waking up in the middle of a cool crisp night and and look up at a million stars when you are miles from the nearest yard light. It's both humbling and fun.
I will say one time I was out in a fairly open place and rolled over in the middle of the night. The Wyoming wind was HOWLING and my pillow blew away. I was chasing it down in my undershorts with my headlamp on. Took me a while to get back to sleep after that. The night the packrat came into my bag, I was up Granite Creek in the Hoback. It was single digit cold and had snowed. That packrat woke me up with a start and I jumped up, got wet and had a tough time getting much sleep after that.
Another time, I was sleeping near the Greys and heard something rustling a tin can. I slowly sat up and a doe mule deer was nuzzling around in a fire pit somebody had left and she was making noise with the cans in the old fire pit.
It's all fun. You guys have some great stories. I used to have an old Chevy El Camino in high school. Had a mattress in the back of that and had fun there, but never spent the night on it. But I can't imagine putting it on a pallet. Just on the truck bed.
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