For goodness sake, check for tracks!
by Sylvia Stuart
(Wyoming, ON, Canada)
My husband and I first boondocked back in 1972 in Idaho. It was dark when we pulled off onto a small clearing not far off an otherwise totally deserted road running through high country forests. It was pitchblack and only a serene silence filled the air. But late that night, his grunting and my moaning were interrupted by the long HOOOOOOOT! of an approaching freight train. Had we parked ten yards further, we would have crossed the railway tracks! Needless to say, the shock of what might have been ended any thoughts of further dalliance. So if you go boondocking at night, don't just check for bear tracks, check for railroad tracks!
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