Gill and I don't live in the middle of nowhere, and it is quite hard to be lost in the Shenandoah National Park, but not impossible. When we are not running together, we always tell each other where we are going, or we leave a written note somewhere in the car, or leave a voice message to one of our friends.
We all love the solitude and peace of running alone, and the wild feeling of knowing you are vulnerable in the woods, but none of us want to be stuck somewhere for days. Seems poetic enough to be alone in the woods, until you have to find shelter and food and it's 30 degrees outside. Let's not forget how quickly things can change, even by simply badly twisting an ankle.