If you're in the market for a campsite midway between Rock Spring and Pass Mountain Huts, allow me to suggest this little perch. Although it doesn’t even pretend to comply with the requisite trail-to-tent buffer, just a step off the trail is a welcoming rectangle of grass just the right size for a tent, as though some ambitious maintenance crew member had packed in a lawn mower. In the west, the ground falls away, leaving a wide view of the towns below and the ridges on the horizon. Sunsets here must be spectacular.
Disappointingly, the wind discourages another night on the ridgetop. I push on to more sheltered neighborhoods.