We had a bit of a time finding camp. We drove out the road I'd espied only to discover it was heavily washboatded and after several miles blocked by a locked gate. Normally, we'd have camped in the road at the gate, but the area was posted - as per law - every three hundred feet.
Backtracking, we arrived at the junction as a vehicle was descending the ridge. She suggested asking.
It's my experience that males will tell you anything they think of...usually made up on the spur of the moment. This one proved only marginally true-to-form suggesting that, based on recent observations, camping was okay. But his non-comittal delivery implied he was not to blame if it proved otherwise.
Choosing the road perpendicular to his suggestion, we were soon welcomed to a BLM-designated area.
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