Quoted By:
Not a camping buddy, but some guy we saw a couple times on a trip.
>Be Eagle Scout with Eagle Scout buddies
>All of them are experienced innawoods, go backpacking regularly
>Trust them not to fuck shit up, and to be able to get out of fucked up shit.
>Decide to go to Isle Royale, group of 4
>Have our shakedown, get all our gear ready at Copper Harbor
>Get to the boat
>As we grab tickets, we notice one obviously non-innawoods guy
>all_cotton.nope
>Light jacket
>Walmart 4 man tent, still in the plastic
>a 6 pack cooler, never saw what was in it. Couldn't be much.
>huge-ass sleeping bag, also from walmart, and still in plastic
>I think it was pink
>And..... absolutely nothing else
>The dude asks the captain "So.... this isn't a car ferry to the island?"
>our collective faces when
>Dude thinks he can drive around the island and maybe bag a moose by crashing into one or some shit
Fast forward a day
>Hiking out of Daisy Farm, en route to the Ojibway Tower
>feelin_good.png
>Suddenly hear "Get out of the way! I'm going faster than you!"
>What the shit, it's non-innawoods guy.
>Dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes
>No pack, no gear besides a coke bottle hanging out of his back pocket half filled with water and the map precariously flopped out the other
>how the fuck did he get out here?
>At least 10 miles to get back to Rock Harbor the way he's headed, no obvious water sources
>Even if he found water, it would give him brain parasites if he drank it straight up
>He goes on ahead of us, never see him again
Either he stayed at Rock Harbor and got up damn early (we saw him around 10:30 in the morning), or he day hiked from Daisy Farm (Three mile was full). In any case, I'm surprised he got so far, for being completely unprepared for the island (Or car camping for that matter), but I never found out what happened to him.
