It's all about perspective

When I first moved to Fort Simpson, I met a fella on the jobsite and we became friends. One day after work he asked me if I wanted to go out on the river with him for the weekend, do some fishing, maybe shoot a moose.
I had never been out on the river yet at that point. So I agreed instantly. The added bonus- his wife would take beckers for the weekend.
So off we go, I'm loving it we're zooming down river. I've never seen this kinda big river, so I'm fascinated.
After about three hours we come to a confluence with another river-the North Nahanni river.
Nice big gravel bar to camp on, lots of wood handy, nice mountains..perfect.
We caught a few fish, played around in the boat. Shot off a couple boxes of shells target shooting. We stayed there for three days,and didn't see a soul.
My buddy, Stan, is Inuit from WAY up north. To say that these folks don't waste words is an understatement. Long periods of quiet and isolation don't seem to bother these hearty people either. I'll admit while we were there, there were some loooong silences.
But on the afternoon of the third day, and we haven't seen another soul for days...we hear a boat motor in the distance. I can barely see it going down the far side of the river.
Stan looks at me and says in all seriousness "Jeez, busy place around here".
I burst out laughing- to me we were two guys in the middle of nowhere, and if there was someone else there, who was so far away I could BARELY see them, that was fine. I still felt isolated, away from it all.
Stan felt crowded.
It's all about perspective.