I love solo overnights. Without others present, I'm free to look at things more closely and SEE stuff. I guess it's how a dog would go if the dog could walk itself... seeing and sniffing and exploring. I make the freedom to go at my pace, and to stop and take that little side trail to see what it goes to and to decide to take a potty stop without having to make some kind of a production with a group stopping and then someone needing to tape a blister or whatever. I'm almost always compatable with me.
I am cautious, because I don't have a backup person to help with something, or to be strong enough to "open the pickle jar" or whatever I can't quite get done myself. I also recognize I don't have another person available to help solve problems. So far, I've been ok. I do try to stay on trails that are more busy, and I don't get super far from the trailheads. As we've heard so many times, most people don't make it a half mile from the road. Often, I find the kind of peace and beauty that I seek within the first couple of miles. So if I find someplace that strikes me as suitable, my tent goes up and I put out the "home" sign.
I've also found that being alone, well, it makes you vulnerable, but it also makes you approachable. I've had people ask me to join them around their campfire or just to chat, because they thought I might want some company. Categorically, we're an interesting lot.
The first time I backpacked alone, I was in the Smokys. I had gotten to the shelter, and I was the only one there. I was pretty apprehensive about who my sheltermates might be. Four men showed up (I'm female) and dropped their stuff on the sleeping platform and looked around. One looked at me, and said, "Are you alone?" Hmmm. Well, I was going to have to cross that bridge at some point. "Yes." He asked, "Do you have a water filter?" "Yes." "Oh, ok. We're going to go get some water, and if you didn't have a filter, I'd filter some for you." I was worried about a guy who wanted me to have safe water... .
I get a little spooked, sometimes, but mostly it's like the above story. A few years ago I was the only one at Trapper Lake in Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. It was October and there weren't that many people hiking in the park. It was just starting to get a little dark, and I was sitting by the lake, listening to an MP3 of 2001, a Space Odyssey (I think that's the title). I don't remember the details, but one astronaut had just been jettisoned, and the other voice was plaintively calling for him. As I said, if I got the details wrong, I'm sorry, but at that point, I felt very, very, very lonely. And then it got dark. I was very glad when dawn came the next morning, and the birds sang.
I've only done a few longer trips alone, mostly on the Appalachian Trail. I hope to try a few longer trips this next summer. Short trips or long, I look forward to the opportunity to spend time in special places alone. And whether it's Yellowstone (my county park) or Pictured Rocks (my nearest park before), or the wooded section of my hometown's city park, I always find solace. Pringles