I recall going over Stevens Pass on Route 2 in 1976.

We came down the west side, had a burger at Zekes and then turned off on the next small road we saw. We then walked into the woods, found a flat spot and set up our tent. In the morning we got up and rode into Seattle (our home) and climbed the steepest hill of the trip.....the northside of Queen Anne Hill.

This is pretty much what we did the entire trip. We wouldn't think much about the next night's camp until the afternoon of each day. Then we would start looking and asking and something always worked out.