Drivin west.
Crossed the border.
And into the desert.
After not seeing a soul for 200 miles, hitting a cat and a few close calls with some giant rabbits, I called it a day.
Woke up, made some bacon and hit the road again.
Oh… I will.
Lookin out towards Mammoth Mountain.
Hit me up and we can exchange some tips for guerilla camping in the honda elements.
I built a platform that slides in and out of the back that I can put a blow up mattress on top of. Underneath goes 4 surfboards up to 6’6 on the left and 2 rubbermaids and a cooler on the right.
Plus it hides all your gear from prying eyes, and when you clip up a homemade curtain and put in a windshield shade, no one knows you are sleeping on their street.
I combine that with a roof box and the wife and dog can go anywhere with a grip of shit and handle business.