1983 - West Virginia.
I was riding some small mountain roads and was intending to camp at a nearby small private airport (usually a quiet and secure place), but was disappointed to find that it had a fence around it. so, I looked for a likely place and found this.
The owner of the land (that's his house in the background) was a coal miner and after being initially concerned about me and my motorcycle (very understandable) was quite gracious about my using his grass to set up my tent for the night.
I was packed up early the next morning and on my way. This is the same red $6.00 tent that I had used for many nights all over the country. It leaked in the rain, but I could set it up quickly and it packed small.
