I'm tempted to choose somewhere I've never been, but that seems a bit like hosting a dinner party with a dish you've never cooked before...risky.
So I'll choose a tried-and true location. Wind River Range, Wyoming. Haven't been there in 30 years, but there's this unbelievably gorgeous meadow that I swear was placed by God himself. I dream of it often. I'd be willing to hike-in my JJ, cook a steak and potato, and watch the stars do their thing. Pic coming.