I ride my bicycle many miles into the woods to be lonely.
Ever ride far enough to run out of people? My time in the woods was alway my time. I loved it. Coming back to civilization was always a let down. Then I’d call a friend and go do something. I grew up in the country, my nearest school mate was miles away. No computers, no neighbors, no internet, and chores a dog and mischief to get attention when the folks got home. Looking back it seems pretty good now. Comparatively.