Alone in the Woods | My Scariest Moment Ever | Debris Shelter Overnight 

I was about 25. A young mother. I was On horseback in the woods, my horse was amazing to trail ride with....she suddenly refused to go into a slight clearing in the woods. I tried to urge her in , a couple times. She was really being stubborn. So, I turned her around . She almost hi tailed it home. As we pulled up to our property, prison guards were at the bottom of our driveway. They said Several violent prison escapees were being searched for. I told them my experience as I was un saddling my horse. I locked her in for the night. They were guarding all the driveways of my neighbors. The guards sent some men out in the direction I pointed out. There were cigarette butts in the clearing and a couple candy bar wrappers. The guards reported that I was likely walking into their hiding spot and my horse saved my life. Thank God for my horses intuition.

My wife divorced me after 20 yr marriage. I came across your channel and I'm drawn to this episode . So I live by myself , and every couple months I put this episode on as I'm going to bed. And just take it in , how you describe things , sound of the fire cracking. The calm atmosphere with quiet pauses of reading. Nice background music. Listen to some of your stories. I don't feel so alone , as I get comfy in my bed. It's a great episode , so thank you , and have a goodnight .

i was out on a several day hike. i would take a ice fishing pole hiking so i could catch some fish. it was getting dark and i had a little ways to go before bedding down for the night. i had to go though some low branches. as i went thew them i heard something russel in the leaves behind me. i looked back and didn't see anything. i started walking again and i heard it again. i stopped and the noise stopped. i started walking again and there is was. about this time i thinking bears, big foot, or even aliens. something was following me. i started to hurry along and it sped up also. at this point i was scared shitless. i started to run and felt something pull on my backpack then let go, almost making me fall forward. the noise stopped. this was my chance to getaway. a ran to the shelter i was going to sleep at. taking off my pack i hit something sharp. it was a fishing hook and a few feet of line on it. then i realized it was my fishing pole had fallen out of my pack and was dragging on the ground back behind me and finally it got caught on something and the line broke. i kinda felt stupid running from my fishing pole.

Love your show. I do have a story from my mum. I'm in Australia and this happened during the depression when my mum was a little girl. My grandpa was travelling by car around through rural Queensland (a northern state of Australia). One late afternoon my grandpa, grandma, mum, her sister my aunt and her brother, my uncle decided to camp instead of staying in a hotel. It was a beautiful evening and they stopped close to a river. They had seen other travellers who were camping close by. They felt safety in numbers so it would be fine. Grandma started making preparations for dinner and grandpa put up camp beds and made a fire for the night. Then as the light started to fade they both realized that the noises in the bush had stopped and the other campers were gone. They hadn't seen them leave either. Grandma said to grandpa we have to leave now, immediately. Mum recalls grandpa throwing water on the fire, the camp beds and food stores along with the children into the car and drove off as fast as they could. Mum recalled lying on top of something really uncomfortable because suit case was on top of her and one of her siblings legs or elbows jammed into her side. They didn't stop until reaching the next town where they stopped at the local pub. The owner came out to see them and enquired if they were staying, of course they were staying. The owner said dinner was cooking so took them to some rooms to settle in. Over dinner grandpa and grandma retold what had happened by the river. The owner and his wife were very disturbed because there had been a number of people murdered where they had just been camping. Police had not caught whoever was attacking travellers. Mum said it was terrifying. Hope you get to read this. 🤗

when you sleep out in the woods the light of the morning is like angels coming to visit

I really enjoy your channel. I too had a very creepy experience. It was about 1973. My Grandfather had a cabin up in Lake Arrowhead, CA. Grandpa would take all of us kids up to the mountains. We were the only cabin up there for about 10 miles. My sister and I along with my two cousins loved to go exploring. We were never afraid. One summer, late morning we headed out after our breakfast. We were hiking for a couple of hours when we came across an old dilapidated very tiny cabin. The roof had fallen in and the front door was open. We peaked in to see what was inside. There was very old cooking equipment, along with what looked like large pans that were for panning gold. This cabin was very close to a stream. My cousin was curious if there were someones remains so he was digging through the debre. We all felt a very creepy vibe so we headed out. We always followed the stream back to our cabin. After we left walking along the stream there was a loud man's voice that said HEY so loudly. It felt like someone screaming directly into our ears, it hurt. We froze. We were looking around thinking there was a man maybe hiding behind a tree or something. There was no one. We were so frightened we could hardly say anything. Then we started running. We looked back and there was still no one. Keeping in mind this was a very remote area. When we were close to our cabin we decided to stop and talk about it. My sister said it felt like someone was about an inch away from her ear screaming. We all had the same feeling. Our eardrums were still ringing. We decided not to tell our Grandparent's anything. After this we never went hiking in that direction again. This is the first time I have ever spoken of this in 49 years.

Not only is the video lovely, the comments, and reading everyone's scary stories is a special treat.

My scariest was when I was living out of my tear drop camper I built while I was building my first off grid place. It was just me and my dog, Pugi, 8 miles off the main road down an old jeep trail. No one around. Middle of the night woke up to coyotes laughing and kackling like they do when they are on the hunt. Then all of a sudden there was the loudest growl, howl, screaming sound I ever heard. Didn't sound far away at all. Maybe 30 yards. No idea what kind of animal would make that kind of sound. The area has elk, maybe bears, free range cattle, bob cats, but I can't imagine any of them making this extremely loud, horrific sound. Imagine a low pitch growl like a bear mixed with a high pitch scream. I was convinced it was sasquach. Scared the crap out of me. So glad I was in a hard shell camper with a lockable door and not a tent.

finally someone enjoying a night in the bush and not going through the whole show about how wonderful there gear is and showing us everything they own. thank you

I am not ever going to be sleeping in the woods alone. I just watch you do it!!!

There's a RU-vidr backpacker who told a story about hiking at night trying to catch up with her camp. In doing so she crossed through another camp and saw someone following her with a flashlight after she passed through. Her fear continued to grow as she realized the 'person' was still following her to the point she started running to then trip and fall. Finally she realized it was the rising moon, so ya, your mind can play tricks on ya.

As one who winter camps in a tent in remote northern Wisconsin alone…with my dog I understand. I don’t know what is more terrifying, the wind howling all night long at a deafening volume or absolute silence where you can hear every critter on the forest floor. I will say hearing coyotes yipping as they get closer and closer is a bit unnerving. And as that sun comes up in and the day begins it always reminds me why I do it. Solo camping like you share in the video is the best but not for everyone. Great video.

You're an easy one to love. Love your fur baby, Maysie. My scariest woods encounter was at dusk just wrapping up my hunting day, walking back to my car about 2 miles away. Didn't see ANY deer. about a half mile or so into my walk back, there was a turn in the road. At the turn was a tree that had been struck by lightning. I knew it had been struck by lightning because if any of you have ever seen one, you know that it is as white as possible because when a tree gets struck by lightning, it instantly cooks all the resin in the tree, and kills it instantly, leaving in with a ghost white appearance. ANYWAYS...so the tree caught my attention due to its nature, so i looked at the tree and followed it up. The tree was broken off some 15 or so feet up, and right where the tree had broke, was a cougar, or mountain lion just staring at me. It growled that low in the back of its throat type of growl while looking at me. So that was my "In the moment" scared sh*tless...moment. I started to swing my 30 -06 off of my shoulder, and primed the chamber. As soon as i pulled the bolt back, it turned around, and jumped off the back side of the tree, and took off into the woods. That was the LONGEST 1 1/2 mile hike back to my car, always looking back and to the sides of the road making sure that it wasn't sneaking up on me. I mean ,can you imagine, if i hadnt looked up that tree and saw that thing? I would have walked right underneath it and gave it my back. I would have been dead.

You bring back memories of me in my teens to my 50s. I spent months traversing, canoeing, x-country skiing, snowshoeing, hiking, and camping in the Adirondack mountains in upstate New York. Summer, fall, winter and spring. I love it! One year, with friends we made camp at Mt Marcy, NY, and while sitting around the fire a pack of wolves surrounded our camp site. Alpha came near up, circling and sniffing, more curious than aggressive. Glowing eyes all around. They left after about 20 minutes. It was frightening and awesome.

Reading spooky stories, while camping in the woods on your own. That's hardcore!

Thank you for including your viewers when you pray at meals..it blessed me...keep the faith

I've heard sounds like that when I used to install comm. equipment for the DOT - which were always located in remote sites, far away from people, and usually high up on hilltops. I've experienced "sighing" noises and "moans" but there were no animals anywhere, yet it was right next to me, and coming out of the ground - so it seemed. The experts claimed it was a bobcat or "murcat" but I say NO these were human voices and I have perfect hearing. An old timer told me that he's heard them too up in the woods and described how there's old Native American burial grounds all over the place, especially near big hills - many are so old there's very little signs that anything was ever there, being overgrown over the years. But the worst sound I've heard, occurred at 3 am, as I was rerouting power cables (all of this work is typically done at night when air traffic is low) was the pig snorting sound (not the typical deer snort). It sounded like it was next to me, but a check of entire area turned up no signs of any animals or tracks, no wild boars nothing. Spooky stuff...

When I was 10 yr's old I would get off the school bus at my friends house to play, which was a mile and a half from my home. The problem is there are no houses between us only what we call long-swamp. It's was the scariest place on the plant to me. I always hated the walk home during the day so I always made sure I left before dark. During winter months it gets dark earlier and while playing inside I lost track of the time. By chance I looked at the slightly opened curtain and felt frantic rush over me to see it was dusk outside. The cruel tricks of winter! I jumped up and said I have to go but my friend begged at me to stay a little longer, no, I said, I've got to get home or I'll be in big trouble. So I said good-by and headed out the door. As I exited their driveway I begin to run knowing the swamp area is much darker from tree cover. Half mile into the swamp there is a corner then another half mile of swamp. Half way in I was so exhausted I had to slow to a walk to catch my breath. From my friends house to the swamp was a quarter mile, so now I'm wishing I hadn't panicked and ran that quarter mile, or I could've had enough energy to run the whole swamp. As I approached the end of the swamp I had this eerie feeling I was being watched though I didn't want to look back. There was one more corner ahead then a down hill stretch to my driveway. As I begin to round that last corner at the end of the swamp, the feeling to look back was overpowering me but I fought it off until I was just about to put the long-swamp behind me. I looked back and there was a cougar coming out onto the road from the swamp. The panic I felt when I left my friends house now pales to the load beating in my chest and head. The beating of my heart was so load I thought my ear drums were going to burst. My breathing was out of control, I felt I couldn't get enough oxygen. I remembered what my dad thought me, never run but that's all I wanted to do! The cougar was about two hundred yards back. I quickly thought up a plan that the cougar has just been watching me walk the last half mile and I'm about to round the corner still walking, so once out of sight he'll think that I'm still walking when I'll be running the fastest I have ever ran and if the cougar just walks I can gain some distance from him. So once out of sight, I pored it on for my driveway not knowing if the cat is gaining on me. I was so thankful for the down hill slope of this stretch, it felt like I was really moving. I didn't want to waste a second to look back, I just pushed for the driveway which was also long and up hill---damn-it! As I righted off the road to my driveway I look back. The cougar was just rounding the corner, I had doubled the distance between us. I swear I could see a surprised look on his face as he noticed I'd gained some distance from him. The cougar then went into a full run and I was praying for my legs not to give out on me now on this last little hill. As I look back at the top of my driveway I could tell the cougar had slowed but was still gaining on me. Looking at the house I could see the door was open a jar to let the heat out so I bolted for the door---no, I dove for the door, slamming it into the wall stopper. Sprawled out on the floor I quickly kicked the door shut! My mom comes out of the kitchen to see what the commotions is. I told her I was chased by a cougar but she just laughed and said the dark will do that to ya and off to the kitchen laughing she went. Moments latter headlight shine on the ceiling of my dad returning home from work . I watch out the living room window as he unusually turn the car around with the headlights facing the driveway. With the headlights on he jumps out of the car and runs to the door. Barging in the door he yells there's a cougar in the yard and yells at me to stay in the house. He runs to the bedroom and comes out with the 30.06 and says don't anyone go outside as he heads out the front door. I run to the window but can't see my dad nor the cat. My mom's now in a panic and crying for him not to go out there. I'm shoooing my mom to be quite, I want to hear what's going on! But she wont shut up! BANG!------BANG! I run to the door and hold it open, my excuse will be encase you needed to get in, in a hurry. Like I know that one! I hear my dad yell, I GOT HIM! I latter tell my dad my story and my mom confirms it. This cougar was 10 feet from nose to tail, my dad says it's the biggest cougar he's ever seen. He strapped it across the hood of the car and drove it to work the next day. It was so big the head hung down to the wheel and the tail had to be tied to the antenna. It was the thing they did in those days, parade around town with your trophy hung on your car or truck to all the bars LOL! I was really proud of my dad! I no longer had to walk or run the long-swamp as my dad demanded I call him at work and he'll pick me up from then on. My dad is gone now but I still proudly have that cat hanging on my wall. Sorry this is so long!

Ok. I got a minute now to share a camp story from about 35 years ago. When I was a young teen growing up in the country in S.E. Oklahoma, me and my friends would hike into the woods and camp every chance we got. One of our favorite activities was to go deeper into the woods after dark and see what animals we might find. On one of these excursions we heard a low moan like you described hearing. I turned my flashlight in its direction and saw glowing eyes staring back at us from the trees. We all ran as fast as we could back to camp and built up the fire convinced that we had narrowly escaped the clutches of a monster. The next morning our courage restored by daylight we went to where we saw the glowing eyes of the moaning monster and saw that what had scared us the night before was a cow.

You are so brave! There is no way I could spend the night alone in the woods without real shelter, like a cabin. I have spent up to a month alone in a cabin, in Oregon's wildnerness, but I had the 4 walls- big difference!! I was cabin sitting my friend's cabin & one night I was hearing all kinds of strange sounds, when all of a sudden, a raccoon came falling through an high on the wall, open window! (Meant for their cat) It literally took my breath away, it scared me so badly!

I was at Girl Scout camp somewhere in the forest in So Cal, it was the middle of the night, me and about 15 other girls were asleep on our cots in a big canvas tent. Something woke me up and it was so quiet but I had this creepy feeling. There was some kind of animal in the tent walking around the rows of cots. I could hear it breathing as it walked up and down the rows of cots. I was paralyzed with fear. It hurts not breathe hard when your heart is pounding! I kept wondering if anyone else was awake. It was pitch black. I heard it move closer then, it BUMPED my cot! I held my breath. But then it moved away and its animal type breathing faded away. I was so exhausted trying not to die, I fell asleep hard. What’s so strange is that no one else said they heard anything! I’ll never know what that creature was. I can only imagine😧

Once I slept out in the open with a group of other campers. In the middle of the night, I heard repeated grunting and thought a bear was nearby. I was so terrified that it felt like my heart was jumping out of my chest. After what seemed an eternity, I finally got the courage to grab my flashlight and look around to see where the bear was. The bear was actually another camper snoring! Boy, was I so relieved!

i once ended up setting up my tent when it was dark with out much light. i feel asleep and was awoken when something had run into my guide lines. i was in a tent that was all mesh and when i shined a flash light all the light was reflecting off the mesh however i could perceive eyes in every direction. the next day i realized i had set my tent right over a dear trail. i hadn't got much sleep because those animals were running into my tent and lines all night. it was a small one man bivy bag and a few times i actually felt them from the out side kick me as they walked around. at the time it was scary but when i figured out what i had done i had a good laugh. lesson learned.

So I came out of an abusive marriage where the impetus to leave was he tried to strangle me. I told a friend recently that I felt more comfortable outside alone with maybe one of my dogs than in home. When the biggest monster you know is in your own home, sleeping outside sounds peaceful.

I'm homeless and sleep in the woods, I'd be more scared sleeping in the city ❤ P.s. love your boots.

God did good work the day he made dogs. You make kind, gentle, real, no drama videos. Good job. I'm enjoying them. Thank you.

Having a dog with you makes everything better. Good dog!

My spooky story. I've been mountain biking in the Black Hills of South Dakota for over 25 years, and even though we have elk, coyote, mountain lion and the occasional bear, the only time I was afraid in the forest was when I rode Old Baldy Mountain near Spearfish alone. It happens every time I go there, which is only about once every 5 years. The trail is a 6 mile loop and no matter which direction you take, it drops down a large hill before it begins to crest the hill/mountain called Old Baldy. The first time I explored it, I was at the intersection where both ends of the trail meet on the other side, and there is a spur that goes up to the top of the hill at that point. The hill itself has a great view which makes lunching there worth all the work it's going to take to come back to the trailhead. HOWEVER, the beginning of the spur is an entirely different story. Every time I ride or hike that section, the words from Wizard of Oz go through my head (lions and tigers and bears oh my) and just as the hill begins, it never fails - I hear the sound of someone carrying metal rushing up behind me and every time, I hop off the bike to face whatever is trying to scare me.... and nothing. There's no animals, there's no people, even the sound is gone. I stand there for a few minutes waiting for my heart rate to go back no normal and finish the ride/hike. You couldn't pay me to camp out there overnight.

I once spent the night alone booked into a Travelodge. Never again. Respect, sister.

My most frightening moment in my remote cabin off the grid experience involved my tree walker coonhound, Luke. It was close to midnight and my Luke was off chasing deer and having a blast, barking up a storm. Then all of a sudden I heard and felt pounding on the thin walls of my cabin, heard my Luke yowl. I was 56 at that time.. I grabbed a 3 foot 2x4, and my sledge hammer,, mustered up all the courage I had inside me and threw open the door not knowing what I'd find. (my mind is thinking bear, bad man, or wild dogs) My baby boy came running in all torn up and whimpering. I examined him and he had some deep wounds which I cleaned, shaved and duct-taped butterfly stitches. My heart was pounding. I didn't know what did this to him but I'm guessing it was a raccoon. He laid off chasing deer for a bit but soon was back to normal. But I also wanted to add always trust your gut. I had a very close call in the Adirondacks when I was a kid going through the woods. My hair stood on end and I wouldn't go into a certain trail I did all the time. My friend was with me and I started crying and shivering so we went back to the road instead. Winds up there was an escaped convict in that exact area. Since then I've always trusted my gut. Anyway thanks again for sharing your life with us Brook. You're so much fun and remind me of me!!

I can understand some people don’t like the outdoor life, BUT there is no reason to give you a thumbs down!!👍👍👍

I like how your dog just sits there, watching everything you do.

probably 20 years ago now I once heard the words "hello there" in a clearing in the middle of the woods nobody around for miles...I was working on a dear stand at the time. Freaked me out...female voice, non threatening. Ive been back there with my Dad hunting many times and it never happened again. I have no clue to this day, very strange indeed.

Wow, Brooke. I think you're so brave. I would never go hiking by myself without my gun, let alone sleep out there by myself. I mean, as much as I love nature, it's people mostly that I'm afraid of. I wish I could be more like you and conquer my fears by just doing it. Maysie's the best! ❤❤❤

Maysie is sooo precious! What a sweet furry companion 🥰

Many years ago and it was our first time hiking in the woods as a young family (there were no hiking trails). We thought we go exploring and thought it would be a great adventure too. It became dark + cold out, we got lost, and then we couldn't find our way back. I believe we kept walking further deep into the woods. Eventually and finally, we happened to find a roadway out leading back to the park and our car. We were so happy to be out of there and so relieved to be back home. We vowed to never let this happen again.

I have a short scary story. One day my wife and I were hiking on a trail in the hills and as I looked back there was a guy coming on the trail we were on. As we continued, we kept looking back and the guy was still behind us. Finally we looked back again and he was behind a pine tree, peeking out looking at us. I took my wife very fast further down the trail and when we were out of his sight I brought my wife into some bushes and hid her from sight. Well, I then went back down the trail with some good sized rocks in my hands for defense. But, he was gone by that time. My wife was freaked out, I was too. No further sight of him as we went back on the trail to get to our car. Just the idea that he was spying through the trees on us made us uneasy. We never saw him again. True story!

I've heard this same noise a few times in the woods a night and I still don't know what it was either! At least I didn't know for a while in my case. I had done a sweat lodge by myself years back in the woods. I went in early evening and got out a few times for more hot stones, not having a fire keeper. I was having a very spiritual experience when all the sudden I heard the leaves crackling and something was walking around and around the lodge circle. Of course by this time it was pitch dark, the rocks were cooling off and the hair was standing up on the back of my neck! It had been a warm fall day, that time of year when it gets cold as the sun goes down and I was getting colder by the minuet! But whatever was circling the lodge circle, which is about 40 feet and started making the noise you described! Finally getting colder, shivering, sweaty and scared, I had to gather up my stuff and go the 2-300 yards back to the house through the woods in the dark and wondering if I'd have to outrun whatever was out there pacing around! It felt like forever waiting to gain the courage to move out! I knew the land well but running in the dark? The sacred fire was just a few coals as I peered outside! I had to make a plan, grab my stuff or not? Remembering where roots and rocks are running in bare feet! Finally, after freezing in a spooky mind filled imagination of skin walkers, daemons and nasty ETs, I crawled out of the lodge like a sprinter at the starting line and went for it! Ouch Ouch Ouch! Briars, roots, stones and moving faster than I thought possible, I saw the lights of the house, which seemed like forever going those few hundred yards! Nothing was following me! What was that? I warmed up and stoked the wood stove thinking how I'll get my stuff in the morning. I went out to the lodge,coffee in hand and everything was as I'd left it. No tracks in the leaves in spite of the lengthy time I'd heard it! Nothing a muss! What the hell was out there I thought?! It was a scared mystery. Sometime after this I was telling my Native Elder friend about my experience and he just chuckled but in a kind knowing way. He said it was my fears pacing around the lodge, a negative spirit that was doing its best to take my very wonderful spiritual experience from me. But it didn't happen until after I was walking on air from my amazing time in the sweat lodge. It kept me in the lodge for at least an hour from my fear. I finally built the courage to face whatever was out there no matter what. Had it been after me it surely had all the advantages to overcome me. Instead I overcame it, my own fear! It was a good and life long lesson about creating our own needless fears! It was the icing on the cake of that sacred night when I was the fire keeper, water pourer and a very blessed person that fall night! Kind Thanks! DaveyJO in Pa. Woods

My scariest moment eva in the woods was when I went to Yosemite all alone. And after a days hike, I was forced to eat my own cooking. Now that was scary!! True story.

Hiya. Yes I have a story. I stayed in an old gold mining area with two friends, a couple. They had their tent and I was single and had my tent. Early hours of the morning I heard axes chopping wood and thought that some late campers had arrived to set up. The sound was echoey and they had an accent, maybe Irish. I froze in my sleeping bag and could not move. The sound stopped. Of course then I had to go pee. I noticed that my friends had also emerged for the same task and were just going into their tent. But there were no other campers. I eventually went to sleep. In the morning we talked about it and they had heard the same sound. Wandering around in daylight we saw an old plaque commemorating a house that used to stand near there. A year later I went back to the same spot, because it was picturesque and fairly close to town, good for an overnighter, with a different friend. We were in the tent together. Same deal. It wasn’t menacing, just so weird that it was the familiar chopping wood sound and the Irish accent…. I feel privileged to have experienced it. Thanks for reading. I swear it is true. Deb from Oz (Australia).

That dog is such a treasure. She's just wonderful. You are so lucky.

This makes me think of what it must have been for early Humans when they befriended wolves, and the wolves befriended Humans - the wolves caught the vermin, protected us, and in turn we protected them, gave them shelter, and fed them. How beautiful that they've evolved into doggies, our awesome companions!

Scary? I was winter camping one time. Simple tarp shelter, a fire going, middle of the night, when all of a sudden I hear something running full tilt straight towards me in the crunchy snow. It was moving pretty good. A wolf ran right by my shelter, just a few feet away, and just kept on going. Never heard it again. It was kind of hard to sleep after that! It's great being out there!

I am watching you at 2:00 in the morning. It is July 11and was HOT today, here in North Carolina……watching you in the snow actually made me feel chilly. I try so hard not to complain about the heat, the cold, the rain, or the lack of it, and try to enjoy every season, & every day. I don’t, but I’m honest, so I’ll say I try. I admire you for the way you endure those winter camp outs, and that you ENJOY them, your surroundings, and just life in general. I have only camped out once and it freaked me out so, I never did it again. I pray you can live like this until God calls you home. You are an amazing woman and I wish you were my friend. God bless you and keep you safe.

One of the toughest moments in my life was when I was camping in my grandmothers backyard, I got a paper cut and couldn’t continue so I went back inside the house and slept on the bed.

Great story! In my scary story, about 20 years ago my buddy & I took his Nissan 4x4 way back some logging trails to camp for the night. I slept in my tent, and my friend stayed in the bed of his truck; he had a fiberglass cap on it. At about 2am, what I think was a screech owl started calling (or at 2am, awakened out of a deep sleep, you could say it was making more of a blood-curdling shriek). It was probably only 20 feet from my tent. Scared the heck out of me. The next morning, I asked my buddy if he heard it, and he said “Yeah...I figured whatever it was would get you in the tent first, so I wasn’t too concerned!”

2:34 "I like old stuff" every old dude watching smiled and said "I'm old stuff.."

You mentioned the cremation story of someone, a book. Well I was a funeral director and embalmer, was my profession. During my training I worked as a funeral assistant, often with setting up for visitations, closing up the funeral home after a visitation, closing of a grave etc.. . I don't have any scary stories about embalming but what I do have are real stories about things, smells, drastic temperature changes, breezes, doors slamming, mirrors dropping off walls, music playing, other noises and other various things that had no reasonable explanations for.. also some good cemetery stories..spooky even for me, ones I wouldn't believe if someone else had told them to me..but they did happen to me, so I've got to believe them. Why do these type of things usually happen when your by yourself? I did have another funeral assistant that I worked with and she was there during several of these, plus she had her own experiences herself...

Just recently found your channel. I live alone and travel alone. Love to be in the great outdoors. While I am fairly well experienced, I have to admit, I feel fear, of course I do. A healthy dose of fear reminds me that I am alive. You go for it girl! Feel the fear and do it anyway. Thank you for all the tips and tricks. You are a wonderful inspiration. Something mes, I worry that I am so far removed from, “the traditional 2020’s woman” I feel like a freak! You are so much younger than I am. A fresh perspective and even confirmation that sometimes what we dare to do, leads us to an opportunity to feel something that might be a little bit uncomfortable but the incredibly rewarding. Thank you “Girl in the Woods” you are awesome! 👏

It looks amazing but I would not go camping at night....no way...I have watched too much of the Missing 411 😂

Your not alone in the woods, you have man's best friend with you.

I have goosebumps just from reading everyone's stories 🖤 glad I stumbled on this, so far its amazing 👏

Scariest experience I've had camping was a tornado followed by a flash flood. At night. I was maybe seven. My father thru me over his shoulder and picked one of my sister's up at the same time. I remember watching a tent floating away and trees coming down. Although water got inside the truck we got out of harms way. We were blessed that night. The second scariest was when a pack of coyote paid us a visit. I was getting out of the tent to use the bathroom and they were there....looking at me. Quietly I rezipped the tent. They left as if I wasn't there.

I swear I commented on this video but I must not have clicked the button! Good overnighter! Always love camping with the furry companions. My scariest moment in the woods wasn't all that spooky but still scared me good. I was camping with Funk in a wilderness area and dark clouds were off in the distance. I was trying to start a fire before it began raining and when I last looked at the sky it was a completely black line of clouds moving closer and closer. All of a sudden when I am bent over trying to start the fire, BAM! Lightning strikes within 100 feet of us and instant downpour! I fall over and feel this rush of energy like I have never felt before. We both sprinted inland to a low spot since we were on a smaller hill near the water. Our dog at the time was definitely sketched out and it led to my 2nd scariest experience out in the woods. The next day we were heading to a different campsite and our Alaskan Malamute named Hachi was done with this adventure after the lightning (he hated loud noises). So on our way across the lake, he swam in front of us and got to land and kinda just wandered off a little, which he did a lot, but we couldn't find him. We went down all sorts of portage trails and back and forth to campsites and lakes he had been to before and we still couldn't find him. After 2 hours of searching we decided to hike to the car as one last chance that maybe he could find his way out and low and behold, Hachi was sitting next to the car waiting for us and completely ready to go home.

When I was seven, my grandmother and I were lost in the mountains for 3 days with no food and no shelter. It was July, which many people ask "oh, why didn't you eat berries?" Well, if you have ever been above 9400 feet elevation, then you know there are no berries to be found in early July. There was snow in most spots we were walking through. We had canteens and Granny was a smoker so she had a lighter but when you are dressed in light weight clothes for an "afternoon trek", even a fire will barely keep the Wyoming cold at bay, especially when you are a kid and frightened out of your mind. By the third day, I was so hungry that I couldn't move without dry heaving. Search and Rescue found us because they heard my screams the days before. We also used our metal canteens to help the helicopters locate us. If they hadn't found us when they did, my granny would have died on me within a day. It was many years later that I found that out. I'm now 45 and still love the outdoors, but trust me when my family goes camping, I'm always sure we are overstocked with food. My family understands, especially my "bare bones camping" hubby who lovingly sighs at the four totes/coolers of food for five days. OH, and yes, to this day I ALWAYS have a lighter.

The "Missing 411" from Dave Paulides woke me up several years ago. Tons of the missing and people found dead do not make sense at all. So whenever I got into the woods, I'm heavily armed, and have a tracker beacon on me. Be careful out there. I just subbed so I'm new to your channel.

You are brave! I don’t think I could camp in the woods by myself.

Scariest moment ever in the woods was when I was riding my horse through a swamp bottom, making our way carefully around some cypress knees. All of a sudden he stops in his tracks with ears forward, listening, and eyes wide open, blowing heavy through his nostrils. Then I smell it. A gosh awful stench. I thought it must be a wild hog maybe. Then I hear a deep grunt sound. Well all I had to do was lean the reins to the side like I was going to ease and turn around, and my horse was like, heck yeah, we gone. He took off up the hill so fast I was having to duck to not be taken out by tree limbs. When we got out to the edge of woods leading into the field he finally settled down. Still not sure what that was. My brother jokingly said it must have been Bigfoot.

As a father to a daughter, grandfather to five granddaughters, and one great granddaughter you could say I am over protective of my girls even though I want them to be adventurous and self-reliant. I don't want them to be afraid ever in their life. This is why if they ever decide to get a conceal carry license I will help them accomplish that goal. I know you have your dog and I am sure you take precautions like not letting out where you do your camping, but really I would carry a firearm with you just to be on the safe side be it four or two legged critters. PS: I tell their boyfriends - "If you hurt my granddaughter - I got no problem going back to prison" - of course I never have been to prison but they don't know that. Disabled Vietnam Vet - class of 72'

What a fearless, brilliant, kind human. You inspire me. Best wishes.❤️

What good friends Collie's are.❤️

Seriously you have guts. When me and my 2 male friends went on a road trip in Oman, they'd sleep in a tent at night and always locked myself up in a car and slept there, with the windows up of course and a tiny opening for fresh air. And this is one of the safest countries in the world. I could NEVER stay in a cabin in the woods ALONE. Love your videos though

Your dog's precious😍 we need more people like you in this world. Your good, salt of the earth people. God bless you and your puppy 😄

You're living my dream. I never went camping until I met my ex-husband. I loved it! But, I haven't gone camping in a couple of decades, but I would love to go camping with someone like you for the first time if I ever did it again. I think Maysie is such a cool dog too. I came across your channel a few days ago and love watching.

WOW! What brave mountain gals you are!! I live in a mountain town in Mt. Shasta, CA., would never camp out in the wilderness--black bears are very common here and are known to come into town during Winter looking for food. They love berries. Also, several young women have disappeared & were never found ( not to scare anyone) but beware!

I'm not a hunter, but I've going on solo mountain bike trips overnight in the woods, mostly unarmed other than my U-lock or whatever else I could use as a club. I always stay close to the trail when I camp and take a bright backup flashlight and not to disturbed wildlife, I usually use low level settings. I'd never get to much sleep, mostly listening to the sounds of things moving around me. I'll be in pretty remote areas at times, and won't see anybody for hours on end. Nobody at night. But that being said, I've also experienced unexplainable happenings such as 'floating orbs' in the trees and heard strange human like vocal sounds, almost like deep grunted Native American. Also the usual barred owl or coyote that would change pitch to more human-like. Since I've experienced that alone and also saw something big, ( human male sized or bigger ) that was reddish orange in color, hiding and watching me from behind the woodpile while I was playing Native American flute, I just accept what's out there and try not to be afraid.

Glad you have your beautiful pooch with you in the woods. She seems to enjoy being outside as much as you do. She also gives you peace of mind, I'm sure, being out in the woods alone...I know it would, for me. Now that I'm older, I know the mishaps & dangers & I'd never go into the woods alone... not even with your dog,!!!

2 things. Me and several others were sleeping outside a village in the Amazon in Peru. I swear I heard noise. I opened my eyes n looked up n saw an Indian with a spear, on top of the outer fence, looking down at us as we slept. No one else saw it. I woke everyone up but no one saw him. May have been an apparition? The other, I was backpacking alone in Eagle River valley in Spring in Alaska. Plan was to go over the pass to Alyeska. I packed about 11 miles in to where the glacier met the river. I had such a restless night, dreaming of Grizzly bears walking around my little tent. So I decided this was a bad idea, packed up and doubled back. There were indeed Grizzly tracks...huge paws, around my tent and on trail back that next morning. The cedar bridge that crossed a creek which flowed in to Eagle River had been collapsed overnight, likely by the bear or bears crossing over it. I was told by a ranger that. Momma w 2 cubs had been seen in the valley. I did not regret my decision to turn back but what a restless night.

I would like camping alone but there's something about being in the woods I do not like day or night you are a very brave and smart woman and I admire you for not letting fear keep you from doing what you love to do keep yourself and your beautiful dog safe

Many years ago, when I sold firewood, I was at my wood supply deep in the woods at the end of a long, narrow, hilly, winding logging road. I had driven my 1949 GMC dump truck in, and was backed up to a pile of wood (tree tops and smaller stuff) that the loggers didn't want. I was all by myself just as I'd been many times before. It was a bright sunny fall morning and I'd just finished filling my saw with gas and oil. I gave a pull on the cord to start the saw and it almost started when, suddenly, I felt that I was being watched. Huh? I looked around and couldn't see anything and I shrugged it off and pulled again on the cord and the saw fired up. Layed it into a log and started cutting when out of the corner of my eye I caught a movement which was in the woods adjacent to the clearing. I killed the saw and stared in the direction of the movement but could see nothing. So I walked toward the trees where I'd seen movement and that's when it moved again but it was probably 30 feet from where I thought it was. It was on 2 feet and it blended perfectly with the color of the trees which made it hard to distinguish. Is that a person? I think it is? But I just couldn't make out any color or distinguishing features that you would associate with a human being. I shouted... and again I shouted but I couldn't hear anything or see it. I remember thinking, damn gun in truck and it's way over there. Looking back again into to trees it moved again and seemd closer than before but still unrecognizable. I was spooked. Almost frozen in place and just barely able to move my legs to start moving back toward the truck when, it let out with a sound that was so loud and high pitched that it stopped me dead still. Completely scared and feeling powerless I had all I could do to turn and look in its direction. Trembling with fear I looked in every direction. Nothing? .... Regaining a little control of my body I started half stepping toward my truck when again, that horrible piercing sound and there it stood on two feet. Dark, big, with arms holding trees both right and left. Somehow, I broke into a dead run for the truck and felt it was right behind me. Once in the truck I struggled to get my gun out and I was sure it was right outside but as I looked all around and thru my mirrors I saw nothing. I got the truck started and left my saw and gas can behind and drove a little distance away but still in view of the clearing and looked and saw nothing but felt like it was right next to me.... following and waiting to pounce. I drove back out that bumpy, narrow, winding log road as fast as I could and didn't relax until I was back onto and far down the main road. I still get goose bumps when I think about it. I went back to see if my saw was still there a couple of days later when I got the nerve and knew the loggers were there. I just waved and grabbed my saw, and no, I didn't tell them the story. I'm sure the would have laughed. And to edit this post, I liked the video and the different approach you take in making videos. It is different and fresh. The great outdoors is something that can be appreciated at a modest expense and without practicing things that require survival expertise. Camping with your dog (as in your case) or your family is a richly rewarding experience if you want it to be. Newbies should try to do it modestly and comfortably to start. Then, if they are inclined, they might enjoy learning survival techniques and the art of buschcraft. But until then, there is plenty of affordable gear to make camping pretty comfortable, and getting a fire started with the help of a good fire starter should help to make the camping experience enjoyable and relatively easy. Of coarse, best you leave the scary stories at home for the first couple of nights in the deep dark woods. Thank you for this video.

I had my own story that happened to me at age eight in the Sierra Nevadas at the West Branch of the Feather River not too far from a town called Sterling City. My parents brought us out fishing for trout on a tributary stream to the Feather River and it was early fall with the river low and we all fanned out to fish our section of stream. It was not unusual for we kids to end up a mile or more away from the the base day camp and I was out about one and a half miles from my father who stayed at the camp and was reading a book and napping. I was alone and casting out on a nice fishing hole while standing partly in the water when I went to cast and felt a hit on my left wrist and I pulled up my arm to see a rattlesnake literally stuck to my wrist. I pulled it off so fast, I left a single tooth in my wrist. I ended up tossing the snake into the river and I had that clear moment of realization of just how far I was from help. I knew I had about an hour or so before things were going to get bad. I did get venom from the snake and I used my elastic belt and stretched it somewhat tight on my arm and knew I had to walk, not run, back to camp. It took me a good 30 to 45 minutes to get back to camp and I remember the panic to get me to the hospital and the last thing I remember was before going unconscious was the turn just before we got to Sterling City. I do not remember anything for two days and I was given anti-venom - the old type - and it really packed a wallop. It took me a week to feel up to getting around and I had to have my wrist skin cut a number of times because the skin died around it, but there is barely a scar now. I am not scared of the woods, but have had other experiences of being followed by mountain lions, an unknown large creature that paralleled me all the way out of a stream for over a mile once in 1974 (and I am not saying Bigfoot but am not sure what it was! All I know is that it literally ran me out of my favorite fishing spot) and black bear on occasion, but NOTHING compares to the terror of seeing a rattlesnake ON YOUR WRIST! ;>) I really watch where I step now but my love of the Sierras has never diminished... Things like this are part of life and being scared is good for campfires, but most of the time, the mountains are just a beautiful place to be and I love being part of them when I go. That's my story Brooke ;>)

I don't even like being in my house alone, much less the woods. 😂

When I was a young teenager, my dad, his best friend and I were wade fishing along our favorite Smallmouth Bass creek. The only thing out of the ordinary on this trip was that the day before, 4 violent criminals had escaped from a local prison and had not been apprehended. Dad and his friend told me to keep my eyes open, my head on a swivel, and be aware of my surroundings. You can bet that my eyes were paying extra attention to those dark shadows in the woods along the banks of the creek. I was making my way along a rather rocky part of the bank, getting close to a large bush of some sort...when suddenly....about a dozen Grouse exploded from that bush. My heart knew for sure that I was about to get grabbed by an escaped murderer and it did its best to take flight through the roof of my skull. That was the scariest moment I have ever experienced in my life....and I just turned 51 5 days ago.

Your a braver girl than me. I won't even stay home alone. I don't sleep. I work at a prison and have worked mental health. It's the crazy evil people I'm afraid of.

One night years ago (70s) in the hills above Eielson AFB near Fairbanks my father (in the Air Force) and my brother and I , tweenagers were hunting. We heard all kinds of terrible noises outside our tent during the night but stayed inside expecting the worse (bear,wolf). In the morning we found the entire area littered with rabbit dropping’s. It had been Waskally Snow Shoe Rabbits!

I’m new to your channel Brooke. I’ve been binge watching your videos. You are such a brave, hard working soul. I love your adventures with your beautiful dog. I could never do what you do. I admire you. Stay safe!

It was the early 90's, and I was camping on Deadman Mountain in northern Colorado for an elk hunt. There was snow on the ground, so I figured that I didn't have anything to worry about re: bears. I cooked in the wall tent, left my dirty dishes on a folding table and I went to bed to rise before dawn. That night, a large black dog was in the tent cleaning the dishes, woke me up and then rubbed up against my cot. I scratched the dog behind it's stubby ear and it kind of growled and snapped at me. "Bad dog!" I said, smacking it with what I thought was its nose in the darkness. The dog left. The next morning, I found black bear tracks in the tent and not a dog. I'd scratched a bear behind its ear. True story.

A friend of mine and I were camping in the Canadian Rockies a number of years back. There you can find into wolves, coyote, black and grizzly bears, lynx and cougar among many other non carnivorous species. The focus around safety in the area is predominantly around the grizzly's. Carry a bear bell/spray, be vocal, never turn your back on a bear, you know, all the usual suggestions. We were a 20 km hike into our camping spot and each day spent a few hours hiking and exploring the area, rarely seeing anyone at all. On this particular day we both kept saying, "it feel like someone or something is watching us". Bear bells ringing, "hey bear" shouting, we continued on. We shortly there after stopped for a rest and a drink of water and as we were sitting there, all of a sudden a black wolf came running out of the woods from behind us. We both stood up with hands in air shouting and at the last second it veered to it's left and down a hill and away from us. This sequence last no more than 5 seconds and it was all over. It came withing 5 feet of us and there is no doubt in my mind it had been stalking us and planned on a meal that day. Scariest moment of my life, bar none right there! After it was all over, we chatted about just how big this animal was and still to this day, wonder if there were more of them in the woods watching. We never stuck around to find out, I can assure you...lol

Got out of my tent around 6am and the first thing I see is two black bear cubs sniffing around about 30 yards out in front of me. Then my dog starts barking wildly but looking behind me. I turn and what do I see just across the small creek I was camped next to? You got it. Mamma Bear was standing there behind some bushes and a tree watching the cubs, me and my dog. I had the dog's leash in one hand and my camera in the other. I didn't know what else to do so I took some photos of the cubs when suddenly they began running straight at me. I froze and kept an eye on Mamma Bear. She just looked at me with a look like, "You better not move"... I didn't. The cubs ran by while I got one more shot off. I also got a shot of Mamma Bear. The cubs ran across the creek to join Mamma and they all went off into the woods and left me alone. Needless to say I packed up camp and went somewhere else.

I love the comments from the community almost as much as tje video. Everyone is so kind. It is a nice change from most channels.

Loved the video, the fire, the wind, flakes of snow, and your presence you are full of energy and your beautiful companion. Again thank you for taking the time spent with us behind the lense.

Hi Brooke, I had a similar experience about 25 years ago, I was walking through the woods to a friends house, just so happens to be along a foot path with chain link fences on each side, this path is bordered like this for about a quarter of a mile, you can see houses in the distance, but its pitch black all around, I was about halfway, when I heard a soft Cha Cha Cha Cha (no joke)"not the music" sounded primeval, I carried on walking, about after 20 seconds it happens again, but louder, this time, I can feel the hairs standing up on the back of my neck, after about 10 seconds, it happend again, even louder, and then again almost like shouting, Cha Cha Cha Cha, I have to be honest I was rooted to the spot, I had a small mini-maglight, with me and held it out in from to try to see what it was, when all of a sudden, the fencing in front and to the right of me lifted up and a Spinning Brown thing came out from under the fence about the size of a large dog, screaming Cha Cha Cha Cha, I have to say" I Screamed" I was crapping it, then the Thing split in two and two Foxes run off into the Dark. I was as white as a ghost when I got to my friends house.

LOVE the deer startle! When my late wife and I honeymooned in a national park, I went for a walk by the lake and walked up within ten feet of a deer without seeing it! A sudden snort and the pounding of the hooves as it rushed away, scared the heck out of me, then I saw her and laughed at myself! It was a great morning.

That's my favorite time of day, when the snow turns blue during twilight,😊

I live and grew up in Western North Carolina on the edge of the Pisgah Forest. In 1969, I was 11 years old and was in the local Boy Scout Troop. We went back packing and camping up in a place called Coontree. We had paired up, and my tent mate, and I had brought some snacks against the scout masters instructions. (Black Bears!) Anyway, everyone had spread out and set their tents up. My tent mate and me had set up the farthest from the scout masters of any of the others so we could munch on our snacks without being noticed. Before we went to sleep, I stuffed all the remaining Reese's cups, baby Ruth's, etc at the bottom of my sleeping bag. Sometime in the night we heard a noise right outside the tent. Being 11 year old kids we pulled our sleeping bags over our head, and tried to be silent. I remember trying not to even breathe, and curling up, as whatever was outside started scraping at the tent walls. Then all of a sudden I heard the low growls and the canvas tent tearing. Every scary movie I'd ever watched was flashing through my mind. Then my sleeping bag started to move, and I heard my tent mate screaming, "BEAR, BEAR, help. Hollering for the Scout masters as he ran out the opposite end of the tent. I realized at that moment that the Bear was pulling my sleeping bag, with me in it out of the tent. As he did I stuck my head out, saw him. I exited the sleeping bag, and went out the tent the same way my friend had. Like I'd been shot out of a cannon. I was too scared to scream though, but I knew where the Scout Masters tent was, and headed straight toward it. As I ran they ran past me, but I didn't stop. One of them had a pistol and started firing it in the air and shouting at the Bear. Being in a bear sanctuary he didn't shoot the Bear, but he scared it enough that the bear ran off into the forest dragging my sleeping bag, Reese's cups, baby Ruth's, etc with him. The next morning we went looking and found my sleeping bag a short distance off with all the evidence as to why the Bear had done what he did. I'll never forget that night and how scared I was if I live to be 100 years old.

Just watched this for the second time. Shared it to my wife. She's never been camping. I've told her how wonderful it is to make bacon and eggs over a morning campfire... There aren't enough words.

i seen many survival videos,but she make the videos feel like home,the peace she gives is amazing,what a charming humble lady and her dog is awesome.

I need to live like that . I’m so alone . Amd mistreated by my sister . Love your video . Your so happy amd have a beautiful dog and a beautiful spirit . Bless x

Honest, wholesome person, very pleasant video to watch.

Love the dog. I am a huge dog lover. She is just chillin like “this is what mom and I do” 😂❤️

You and I are as different as can be, but I am loving your adventures and how much you love the outdoors!

Lol, I would've had a heart attack to hear that!! I just went out to solo tarp camp for my first time and I swear the night before, my thoughts went through everything from bears, cougars and bigfoot! lol. When I actually got there, I was actually grateful for the light of the full moon and the wind to drown out all the scary noises for my first time!! I plan to do another one in the coming weeks and I hope I don't remember your story! lol. fyi, I loved your strength and tenacity on Alone. Very inspiring to fellow lady bushcrafters!!

We live in Alaska. We were out moose hunting. I was sound asleep when my husband woke me up. He asked me, "Did you hear that? Listen." Just then I heard a lone wolf howl about a quarter mile from our tent. A few minutes later his was just a short distance up the hill from us howling. Our Australian shepherd was so scared, he crawled into the bottom of my husband's sleeping bag. The dog was shaking and terrified. I was too! After a while I fell asleep and dreamed I was in one of Jack London's stories; the wolves were just pouring into the tent in my dream! It was such a nightmare! That was definately not a restful night, but it makes for a good story. My husband and his hunting partner have had wolves come in so close and set up howling right outside the headlights of their four wheelers while they are camping. Adventures!

Just browsing through your channel and saw this video. My hubs and I were camping way deep in the forest in the UP, in an extremely remote area. We camped along a river with no soul around for miles. One night at about 11pm he went down into the river to do some brown trout fishing while I stayed up by the campfire. Suddenly, we heard a huge KERPLUNK splash in the water. My husband yelled up at me, asking why I threw a rock. I told him I didn’t! Then we heard it again, a bigger rock this time. KERPLUNK, SPLASH! Something was definitely throwing rocks at him from the river bank. He ran up to the fire and grabbed a pot and a metal spoon, and began making noise with it yelling like a madman. We barely slept that night, and he’s not the kind of guy that gets unnerved in the woods. The next morning was a bright sunny day, and while we were packing up camp, we heard the crash of a tree trunk in the woods about 50 yards away, then felt the distinct thumping through the ground of a large animal running away. It was undeniably a bi-pedal creature. You could hear the thump-thump of two feet as it ran away. I’d never believed in Bigfoot... until then. We’ve never been back. Here’s his recounting of the tale, if you want to hear: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-iN5i3k67wcw.html

Loved the video Brooke. Imagine this. Wilderness canoe trip. You hear a thud against your canoe and your bear bell rings. Something steps on a corner of your ground sheet sticking out from under your tent and right next to the tent wall by your head, heavy breathing. Oh boy. Thank goodness for a full moon that night. Outlined against the tent roof and wall, by the light of the moon, was the shape of a momma moose and her calf. I'd pitched the tent right on a moose trail. :o)

I love how you used flint and steel to start your fire! I'm an old school USAF SERE Instructor. We learned how then taught how our students how to start a fire that way. Great job!

I love how you take your collie camping outdoors with you 😍

That's a great video and Maysie the wonderdog is amazing ! I was 21 yrs old and living in Bayside ny . I had been taking a nightly bike ride along the LIE ( long island expressway ) service road out to Jericho Trnpk and back . It was late Sept and a really thick fog was on the road . I was on the return part of the trip headed for home when I heard this host of otherworldly noises that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up . The fight or flight mechanism kicked in and I was hammering for home with a jet assist from a massive spike of adrenaline ! I came back a couple of nights later and went offroad for a bit and found a large pond with dozens of bull frogs !

I hike alone on remote trails. When I come across fresh scat I begin singing. Bears can be 20 feet off the trail and if a lot of bush, you won't know. I figure my singing will frighten anything away. :).

i love how at home you are outdoors and alone (except for the company of your beautiful dog) even in cold weather. i sometimes just get spooked at home alone overnight because i let my imagination go. i've never camped alone at night but i've had good spooks hiking alone in the woods before mostly because of animal noises. there was one night, however, i was camping with a friend in newfoundland. we weren't anywhere special, just staying at the kind of campground that's basically an alternative to a hotel room. lots of people around, very friendly. i think it was on our second morning that my friend and i noticed a bunch of bones had been laid out on our picnic table that had definitely not been there when we went to bed, which was concerning. the bones were from some medium sized animal and not like chicken bones someone had left after eating wings or something. it was like someone had found a skeleton in the woods, picked up all the bones and arranged them on our table. i mean, it could have been some animal but the way the bones were arranged was very orderly. we stayed a few more nights, nothing else ever happened but we still don't get why those bones were there.