I’ve done quite a lot of solo back-country hiking. Usually just a few days at a time, but occasionally for a week or more. Out in the sort of country where the complete absence of other people is the norm, wandering wherever I choose, sleeping in caves or beneath overhangs when available.
A major part of what I like about that is that I don’t think much at all. Mostly all I think about is “don’t do anything stupid enough to get killed”; everything else drops away.
Look at the plants, look at the rocks, enjoy the sun and stars, try to ignore the weight of the pack and the ache in your legs.
