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Spinoff thread: Most isolated you've ever been?
Posted on 11/12/17 at 10:48 pm
Posted on 11/12/17 at 10:48 pm
The alone at deer camp thread got me thinking. What's the most isolated/alone you've been in the outdoors?
For me nothing major. Just the typical in the back of the woods, probably 2-3 miles from the nearest other human.
I'm sure y'all have some good stories. What say the OB
For me nothing major. Just the typical in the back of the woods, probably 2-3 miles from the nearest other human.
I'm sure y'all have some good stories. What say the OB
This post was edited on 11/12/17 at 10:49 pm
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Posted on 11/12/17 at 11:10 pm to texag7
Peawanuck, Ontario. On the Hudson Bay. The nearest paved road was in Pickle Lake. About 600 miles away.
When we flew out and landed back in Nipigon we had been gone six weeks. The bus driver who picked us up told us that WW3 had broken out in the Middle East. Iraq had invaded Saudi Arabia. Iran had invaded Iraq. We had sent the 82 Airborne in but they were being wiped out.
It was August, 1990 and he was describing the Gulf War from the view of a backwoods Ontario bus driver. It took us three more days to get to Toronto to figure out the world wasn't coming to an end. I was 18.
When we flew out and landed back in Nipigon we had been gone six weeks. The bus driver who picked us up told us that WW3 had broken out in the Middle East. Iraq had invaded Saudi Arabia. Iran had invaded Iraq. We had sent the 82 Airborne in but they were being wiped out.
It was August, 1990 and he was describing the Gulf War from the view of a backwoods Ontario bus driver. It took us three more days to get to Toronto to figure out the world wasn't coming to an end. I was 18.
Posted on 11/12/17 at 11:36 pm to texag7
Probably in the desert in Utah. There was 1 little green bush,a long way out,with 4 pronghorns gnawing on it. Way off from me were some hills/mountains and there was a small cloud dumping some serious rain. It was beautiful.
I felt lucky to be there.
I felt lucky to be there.
This post was edited on 11/13/17 at 1:23 am
Posted on 11/12/17 at 11:44 pm to auggie
Brooks Range
I've been to some lonely places around here but the ocean and islands give you acrelative feeling that something's not too far away, relatively.
I've been to some lonely places around here but the ocean and islands give you acrelative feeling that something's not too far away, relatively.
Posted on 11/12/17 at 11:46 pm to texag7
Most of my life closest neighbor was over 10 miles away.
Posted on 11/13/17 at 12:00 am to RogerTheShrubber
I imagine so. I have never been on The salt water totally alone. The River,plenty of times,but I know where I am then,and where the nearest folks live. Obviously different.
I have a song I wrote about being alone, titled: Lost Arrow. I hope it does something one day. I'm proud of it.
I have a song I wrote about being alone, titled: Lost Arrow. I hope it does something one day. I'm proud of it.
This post was edited on 11/13/17 at 12:11 am
Posted on 11/13/17 at 12:30 am to texag7
Italian alps middle of nowhere, stayed in a hut where they helicopter food up and someone cooks it for you. Then keep hiking, never see a soul
Posted on 11/13/17 at 12:36 am to texag7
Probably along the border in AZ. Miles from any homes out in the desert. Hell, there's not even a border fence in that area. No Border Patrol presence besides some cameras. Pretty much just me and the cartel out there.
Posted on 11/13/17 at 12:44 am to texag7
Solo backpacking trip in the backcountry of Denali NP.
Two or three days in, I saw 3 or 4 people in a small plane while I was taking a crap on the moraine of a glacier (there wasn't a bush for about a mile in any direction). They appeared to be watching, so I waved. The pilot confirmed my suspicion when he waggled his wings. I have no doubt I'm in a vacation slide show somewhere.
The evening of day six I was headed back towards the road and ran into another backpacker. It was his first day in and he had a bunch of questions, so I stayed and cooked my dinner. When I packed up and he realized I was leaving, he practically begged me to stay. I think the poor guy was a little nervous.
On my next, and last, night, I made it to the Eielson Vistors Center about 10:00pm. I slept on a picnic table under a pavilion. A flat, level, non-rocky surface was a treat and I slept like a log. When I woke up in the morning there were about 20 people around me taking pictures of the scenery. Back to civilization!
Two or three days in, I saw 3 or 4 people in a small plane while I was taking a crap on the moraine of a glacier (there wasn't a bush for about a mile in any direction). They appeared to be watching, so I waved. The pilot confirmed my suspicion when he waggled his wings. I have no doubt I'm in a vacation slide show somewhere.
The evening of day six I was headed back towards the road and ran into another backpacker. It was his first day in and he had a bunch of questions, so I stayed and cooked my dinner. When I packed up and he realized I was leaving, he practically begged me to stay. I think the poor guy was a little nervous.
On my next, and last, night, I made it to the Eielson Vistors Center about 10:00pm. I slept on a picnic table under a pavilion. A flat, level, non-rocky surface was a treat and I slept like a log. When I woke up in the morning there were about 20 people around me taking pictures of the scenery. Back to civilization!
Posted on 11/13/17 at 5:44 am to texag7
Most likely a day hike three days in while paddling slot canyons on Lake Powell. Came in the backside from Escalante Utah, down about 75 miles of dirt road, and carry down Hole in the Rock to cut off some sixty miles of flat water paddling.
Was day after stepping out of my canoe and walking into quicksand, so had gotten sort of impressed with how far out I was (all alone).
Hike started out at end/beginning of Anasazi Canyon, having gone as far as I could go by paddling. And was couple hours into some fairly serious up and down, when the option of gaining access to a sort of hanging valley presented itself. Having been a trad climber at one point, I decided to boulder out across some 100 feet of easy 5.8 sandstone to reach a prominent vertical crack. Had on my approach shoes (not my climbing shoes) and life was good, until reaching the crack, and several dozen bee-hornet type flying critters started buzzing by. You got it, they were in the crack, my crack. It was at this point when I realized how isolated I was, 150-200 feet up all alone, and now facing climbing up and around (in hiking shoes) to get away.
While contemplating life on the long walk back out, the tracks on my tracks appeared to be wolf like at first, but I know it was a coyote. However it reinforced just how far out there I was today.
Was day after stepping out of my canoe and walking into quicksand, so had gotten sort of impressed with how far out I was (all alone).
Hike started out at end/beginning of Anasazi Canyon, having gone as far as I could go by paddling. And was couple hours into some fairly serious up and down, when the option of gaining access to a sort of hanging valley presented itself. Having been a trad climber at one point, I decided to boulder out across some 100 feet of easy 5.8 sandstone to reach a prominent vertical crack. Had on my approach shoes (not my climbing shoes) and life was good, until reaching the crack, and several dozen bee-hornet type flying critters started buzzing by. You got it, they were in the crack, my crack. It was at this point when I realized how isolated I was, 150-200 feet up all alone, and now facing climbing up and around (in hiking shoes) to get away.
While contemplating life on the long walk back out, the tracks on my tracks appeared to be wolf like at first, but I know it was a coyote. However it reinforced just how far out there I was today.
Posted on 11/13/17 at 6:00 am to texag7
Driving through the Yucatan Peninsula in remote areas. When you would finally come into a little town, nobody spoke English or Spanish. They still spoke Mayan. For miles you would see no sign of life except buzzards flying around.
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