Allow me to offer a dissenting voice.

Almost all of trips I've ever done, the majority of them solo, were before cell phone coverage and PLBs and sat phones were available to the average mortal. Yet, by the grace of God, I am still here.

There is something essential in cutting the apron strings to 'mommy,' the nervous and fearful technological communities we live in. I think more than ever we need the tonic of true wilderness. We are more deeply alive there; you can't buy this at the mall, or the pharmacy. It is, reliably, a peak experience, a succession of personal Everests. But you have to earn it, to immerse in the solitude of wild country.

Yes, there are risks; but these are counterbalanced by preparation and judgement and experience.

So I'm putting my money on Canoedogs, with every confidence he will report in later with an internal radiance and poise that is palpable.

P.S., Can I come along? Pretty please?