I find a good-looking spot on the Bristol Mountains foothills, not too close to the road. It's dark now, so I use my GPS to mark my chosen spot while I walk my belongings in multiple trips to my campsite in near total darkness by flashlight.
I hear noises outside my tent after setting up, and it's a kit fox looking at me! Then I realize I can hear distant rumbling trains from here, nice and quiet otherwise. Except for that sole fly buzzing around my tent: during a cold evening?
Clear skies and chilly tonight with no moon and I can see across Crucero Valley toward Hwy 15 and the little town of Baker, where I've started several of my Mojave Desert bicycle-camping trips.