I used to get those questions when I went camping. I always went alone, and there’s some solitude in that. Get up when you want, do what you want. That thought was validated this evening when talking to a friend who recently spent a week in Banif, Canada. He traveled there for some hiking and spent nights in a hostel. He met new friends and got that solitude. I found that the same. When you travel alone, there is always someone new to meet.
Camper Jerry and His Friends 