Setting aside issues of safety, my best observing memories are from a cross country trip with a 10 inch Dob. There is something about the solitude, under a dark sky, with the silhouette of mountains in the distance. Just you, the sounds of coyotes and 10's to millions of light years of distance. There is a magic to that, that nothing else quite reproduces.
Oh knock it off, you're making me anxious to get back out under the night sky (not in the city).
I would just like to add that I hate racoons, and they might be the only thing in the world that I hate. Always freak me out during my camping trips.