Even though it’s dangerous, I like to hike alone because there is NO whining!!!
(Well; less anyway ;^)
These folks (wife and another couple) went a whole MILE before I plopped them down under a shade tree (As much as a big Utah Juniper can give ya) with their snacks and water and more in a pothole in the creek just upstream, while I forged ahead another 3.5 miles looking for El Dorado.
Them crummy little FRS handheld radios pooped out after about a mile or two, so I had no contact with them any more.
After finding myself out on the side of the canyon where the ledge petered out, it was time to go back - yet emptyhanded one more time.
I get back to where I’d left them and they were GONE!
I soon got them on the radio and told them I was heading to the van.
Turns out that my buddy (?) had put his water in MY backpack! (Thank you Lord!) and the ladies wouldn’t drink their’s because in had ‘specks’ in it! and they didn’t find the pothole, so they went back.
To this DAY I have to put up with their DARING ADVENTURES while on this trip!
Great story about hiking alone. They wouldn’t drink the water because it had specks in it? LOL. Last week I was cooking dinner and the wind came up. Not too much dirt, but the pine trees started dropping baby pine cones (about an inch long) everywhere. I just picked them out of the chicken I was warming up and no one was the wiser. :)