Once I found "my spot" in a strange place, I slept there all night peacefully in the middle of a lawn on a campus...and in the morning the night security guy asked where I had been, as he had tried to find me...he heard my snoring but could not see me anywhere. It was open lawn with no bushes. That's what I mean by "your spot."
My preference to get out either is in inclement weather: storms, rain, snow, lightning, hail, winds...any conditions like that...or times when the sky has odd clouds, sunrise or sunset, rainbow, the gloaming/dusk, when the stars are out and sharp in the black skies. Sharing food or water with the place and its "people" is also one of my things.
I am an inhabitant of an intermontane valley of the Middle Rockies ecoregion/bioregion, the Helena valley. I have lived here most of my almost 50 years. I see it as a bowl, with the mountains the sides and rim of the bowl. The shapes of the mountains are as familiar as the faces of people. I mark the year by what mountains the sun touches as it comes up and goes down.
Although I have connections with many of the inhabitants, I feel personal connections especially with the meadowlark, white sage, and the cottonwood tree, balsamroot and beebalm, as well as lilac and sparrow, honeybee and kestrel...too many to say...