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glaciercub, chickenair this link will take you to the directions to get into hot air.

My first S-7 had a fold out bunk, 6'3" of flat level space, after I pulled the pilot seat and took the folding bike out. One night I was forced to set down in Nampa, weather related I think. NOT a good place to pitch a tent, at least that I could find:usually I can always find some out of the way weed filled trash strewn space that no one can see or cares about, if I set up late and get out early no ones the wiser. This night in Nampa was a job for the plane bunk, once laying down no one would know, BUT around 3 in the morning I heard some radio chatter, along with an idling big bore engine, sure enough a few minutes later there was a knock on the door, a flashlight in my eyes, and a request to see my drivers license and insurance. I sat up and in no uncertain terms told the officer I'd show him my I.D., but no, I wasn't going to show him my proof of insurance. Right about then, he, his partner, and I all cracked up at the same time realizing the absurdity of the situation. After we settled down they explained they'd spotted the removed gear under the belly of the airplane (crap!) and thought they had discovered a theft in progress as there had been a rash of such at the time. I thanked them for their concern, we laughed some more, and they said sleep tight and went on their way.
So, next time I may be cuffed???

Also...for some years whenever I was on an overnighter on the Goldwing bike, a small town strip was my first choice to camp for the night, never had any problem with that, I always felt right at home.

One reason to ban the practice: one night about 15 years ago I set down in Arco, just 45 minutes from my place, but I'd run out of light and gas about the same time. Camped between two hangers on a calm summer night I drifted off, around 3 AM the wind had really started blowing, and I had to jump up and secure the control surfaces from banging around, when I turned around to crawl back in the fart sack, I found it was missing, it had blown down across the taxiway and was still gaining speed. Having no choice and realizing speed was of the essence I took off in pursuit, butt naked and barefoot, and caught up with it about 200 yards away. And yes that area was brightly lighted. I hope this incident wasn't the precipitating factor in this move to ban airport camping. Sorry.