I garden where I can. My rocky sloped guerrilla gardens are spread over 5 acres, winding through unseen power lines. Yes, power lines. Haven't got zapped yet, but never fail to take precautions by wearing shoe spikes just in case, using only the occasional wooden tool. If it happens it happens.
No one else uses this lonely windswept area for anything, so it makes for the perfect hidden native fruiting orchard and grain fields. The annual line inspector knows some local wanders a bit around the area from spotting me occasionally over the years, but either keeps quiet, or fails to notice anything looking vaguely like food growing in heaps of compost. Perhaps he thinks its wild grass and scrub in frost heaves? Oh, well. Can't help what people think, can we?
Water is a problem at times, but there's abundant rainfall in spring and fall, and scattered rock pools which come in handy (for wildlife also). Summers were a bit trickier before I gave up growing more tender needy types up there. They grow closer to home nowadays.
One main reason I love this unusual gardening area is...it's all mine to care for. Not even my children like going up there. If it weren't for the clothes, I'd think I was the original Adam.
Thanks. Just talking about it makes me appreciate it even more.