The Wilderness Encounters cases readers rated highest and believed most — the jury's all-time picks.
My partner and I go off-trail, which we are allowed to do where we live, and which we do because we like the quiet and we hate people. Nine …
398 Upvote · 78% of readers believe this story
She was at the map board when I arrived: fifties, walking poles, sun hat, the whole uniform. She said the creek crossing was "wrong today" a…
379 Upvote · 78% of readers believe this story
Two of us, an old tent, a gravel bar by a river, in country where the nearest road is a serious walk. We pegged out on gravel, which is a nu…
366 Upvote · 77% of readers believe this story
I picked him up because it was starting to rain and because the road out of the park is forty miles of nothing. He was maybe fifty. Wet. Ord…
352 Upvote · 76% of readers believe this story
I want to describe a thing that has no evidence at all, and I am aware that this makes it worthless to most of you, and I am posting it anyw…
337 Upvote · 72% of readers believe this story
I got lost the way people actually get lost: not dramatically, but through a series of small, confident mistakes. By four in the afternoon I…
331 Upvote · 77% of readers believe this story
I lead school groups. It is the best job in the world and it will give me a heart attack. We were on a ridge, sixteen kids, three adults, cl…
318 Upvote · 76% of readers believe this story
Four of us, an autumn trip, a legal fire ring in a legal place, and a firewood situation we had badly misjudged. At midnight we put the last…
302 Upvote · 72% of readers believe this story
Backcountry site, no road for six miles, two of us, one tent. We collected firewood in the evening and stacked it the way you stack it: a he…
289 Upvote · 72% of readers believe this story
Eleven miles in, on a trail that takes a fit person five hours, I met a man walking out. No pack. No water. Jeans. A red jacket, the cheap k…
264 Upvote · 72% of readers believe this story