>>2706931I think ultimately this is actually one of the great things about going /out/, and going alone. Not the near death experience with the widowmaker, fuck that shit. But just the time to appreciate shit and have some solitude to reflect, even if it's yearning or dissatisfaction I think it's just elegant and healthy. Glad you didn't die anon, but glad you got to see that cool shit like the fireflies and even the rogue beaver.
My stRoy:
>be me>living in my rural redneck hometown for a couple years while "between things">really into camping, nature photography, field recording>one summer night decide to record the wildlife at a swamp in a 1000-acre nature reserve a few miles down the road>hop on my mountainbike>huff down there just at twilight >lock my bike to a tree and take my pack of gear into the woods>dark and spoopy, no moon at all this night>hike about 30mins through the reserve until I get to the swamp>hastily setup all my recording gear at the edge of the swamp; so full of frogs and crickets and insects and beavers and birds, perfect>once it's recording it's basically completely dark out>hike about 15mins away from the recorder so I don't interfere with any wildlife>get to the big rock™, a giant boulder about the size of a single car garage>scuttle up the side and sit atop to just wait in silence, want to get at least an hour+ recording>dark as fuck, can't see my hand in front of my face, looking up through the trees I can see a few stars peeking through, that's it>after about 30mins or so I get bored, pull out a ciggie>flick my lighter>there's a big fucking lion face right in front of me>HISSSSS>it runs away, crashing through the woods>a fucking mountain lion was skulking up the boulder about to fucking neck me>turn all my lights on and book it back to the recorder>packup as fast as I can, still takes like 45mins before I get back to my bike, horrified I'm being stalked the whole time 