Buckhorn
“Eight sites, fifty yards apart, in aspens at 7,200 ft.”
Trailer life, dirt-road campsites, and the honest mess in between. Two people, one dog, no sponsorships.
“The forecast said 30% rain.
It rained for three days.”
We sold the house in the spring of '23 and pointed the trailer west. Mud & Marvels is the field journal — the muddy boots and the magic hour, side by side. No faces, no influencers. Just the road, the rigs, and what we found at the end of each dirt track.
Read the long version →Free BLM camping fifteen miles from the park entrance — cell signal that comes and goes, more pronghorn than people, and a moon so full we forgot we packed lanterns.
After three years of trial and error — mostly error — we have a checklist. It's not science. But it's saved us from a lot of bad nights.
Twenty miles of red-dirt road, no signs, no fees, no rangers — and some of the most cinematic light in the Southwest if you can stomach a washboard.
We boondock four nights out of ten. Solar is not enough, lithium is not magic, and the generator question is louder than we expected.
“Eight sites, fifty yards apart, in aspens at 7,200 ft.”
“Twenty-mile BLM road between Mexican Hat and Highway 261. Pick any flat spot off the road.”
“Climbers' campground south of Canyonlands Needles. Beautiful sandstone.”