Right before sunset, after seven hours of riding, I sneaked in under some barbwire, crawled over an enclosed pasture, over a field, across a slope and there it was. The most amazing stealth camping spot ever visited by man. Just in time for the sunset. I pitched the tent, cooked a nice meal, had coffee, Swiss chocolate and some Bourbon. On the other side of the valley I heard the cowbells that eventually cradled me to sleep. This is how life should be at its worst.