Now, I’m the type of overland triker who clearly prefers the wild places to spend my nights, but on occasion my brain, what’s left of it anyway, determines my best interests would be served by paying a lot of money to someone who owns a lot of pricey real estate. This happens sometimes if no convenient campground or roadside pullout happens by at the precise moment when it’s time to sleep, or if I’m soaked from an afternoon rain storm and need shelter to overcome my hypothermia. This photo was taken prior to sunrise as I made my escape from the bounds of a motel in Lone Pine, California. It was also the start of a day that ended 122 miles farther down the road, something I did not plan ahead of time. Good thing I got a lavish night’s sleep!