honestly, do you like camping alone? (scary for me)

Honestly, I prefer to be alone when I am outdoors, and it has always been that way. I dont remember a time where I was afraid out in the woods alone at night. I cant say the same for some of the neighborhoods I have lived in thou......
 
I know some people that are the same way. Myself, I've always loved being alone. When I go to the woods, a lot of times it's just to walk around by myself and think about life. I also get a lot of enjoyment out of picking a good spot and just watching nature. Clouds, animals, streams etc. One of the best "alone" places there is IMO.

What boogeyman is there that makes you afraid of being there at night? It's not really any different from daytime except a few different creatures come out and it's harder to see.

A lot of times other people can sort of ruin the experience for me. The ones that come there with nothing on their mind but getting drunk or building the biggest fire they can. That might be fun to do once in a while, but not every time you go outside.
 
It's not so much that I like camping alone. I perfer to share those experiences. But I go out there alone, due to the fact that I've been getting fed up with humanity in general.
 
I love camping alone. The whole point of going to the woods for me is being away from "civilization" as it is today - exercise is only a secondary benefit. Nothing much to be afraid of out in the woods. Man is the dominant predator on the planet, and will hunt absolutely anything, including other men. There are less men in the woods than there are in cities, ergo the woods are safer. ;)

I like to blend in to the environment when I camp, though - so I'd say that most people could walk 20 feet away from my camp without noticing it unless they were specifically looking for it and knew it's there. :D
 
The majority of my camping since turning 18 has been solo.

But....

You gotta be careful.

I once went on a solo backpacking trip behind the Sawtooth mountains in Minnesota (along the north shore of Lake Superior) back in the late 80's. This was in the spring, and the snow was pretty much gone, but nevertheless I asked the DNR guys repeatedly if they thought the path was clear in the direction I was heading. They said, 'yes'.

Well, I got in behind those "mountains" and it was snow up to my crotch, and me with no snowshoes.

The worse part was when I decided to head up an old logging road. What I thought was solid ground covered by snow and ice turned out to be old, rotten split birch that was frozen just enough to hold my weight ... for about a mile. My foot finally broke through and I dropped up to my knee into icy water before hitting the bottom, and me with a 50 pound pack too. Jammed up my ankle pretty good in the process.

Managed to walk through the pain to the next possible camping spot, where I hung out for a couple of days icing my ankle. (Lots of snow around for that. :D ) Then I hobbled up the trail to a logging road (a solid one this time) that cut back to the highway. From there I managed to hitchhike back to a state park, called my girlfriend, and then hung out for another day waiting for her.

It was a busted trip, but honestly it could have gone a lot worse than it did.

Be real careful if you're going solo.
 
I was hiking out alone (just dayhiking) along the Columbia River, out near the Col. Basin last weekend. I was going down into the gorge along a rocky cliff trail when I heard something slithering about 8 inches from my foot.

I was lucky Br'er Ratlesnake wasn't in a fiesty mood. Hate to think what would've happened if he had been.

Went down the rest of the trail at quarter speed, carefully looking at every piece of Sage brush on the way.

Saw 2 more that day, but not as close as that first one. Did wonders for my awareness....
 
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