Thank you friend <| sep |> Probably too late to the game on this one but here goes . I had been working parkside in Denali np for awhile and had a couple of days off but none of my coworkers did so I decided to go on a solo trip . Got a permit for green hill near Eileson and when getting the permit the park service girl whom I unsuccessfully attempted to hit on asked me what color is your tent ? I ' m not taking a tent I have a tarp ! For some reason all of us working at the Sugarloaf that year were all about tarps and she says yeah we don ' t recommend that . Who are you going with ? I said it ' s a solo trip to which she says yeah we don ' t recommend that either bit here is your permit . Six hours later I get dropped off at the Eileson visitors center and head out under the Great One which was starting to acquire some clouds but the immensity of the mountain was not diminished . I waded across the thoroughfare river and upon getting to the far side did a dance which I hoped the visitors at Eileson would see through the scopes . About a mile later I was feeling like a badass fucking a right Denali , I ' m a Woodsman ! ! and then I crested a hill at the same time as a grizzly bear . Fuuuuuuuuck Now the bear just ran off but it was about that time I realized that I took the last bus out and there was no way out of where I was until morning . Furthermore , at this point the clouds had really started to sock in and I could only see the bases of the mountains of the Alaska range . I had angered the gods with my arrogance . So I says to myself Brett says I a bear wouldn ' t go to a glacier which I later learned was bullshit so I made a bline to the face of the mighty Muldrow . When I got there the ceiling of visibility was about 200 ' and until that moment I didn ' t realize how noisy glaciers are . So I hide my bear can , get out my sleeping bag and burrito myself in my tarp with that sexy redhead park service girl ' s voice in my head repeating yeah we don ' t recommend that . At this point it began to rain and I was convinced that I was going to die out there and my fate would be lost to all of time . I would die , be consumed by a bear or the wolves that I had just heard howl , and no one would ever know . They would be all like What happened to Brett ? And a park service girl would say I don ' t know but we didn ' t recommend what he was doing . After a few hours of this kind of thinking with the creaking and crashing of the glacier a mobile home sized piece of the Muldrow broke off and fell into the small lake upon who ' s shores I was camped . Going into action mode I inchwormed my tarp burritoed self up the bank just in time to avoid the wave of ice water that came at me . Fast forward several hours and I was picked up by a kind woman running one of the private kantishna busses who brought me back to the aramark employee housing where I took an hour long shower , a gravity bong rip and watched the chronicles of riddick with my peeps before passing out , waking up the next morning getting baked with my boss and subsequently prepping , cooking and then mashing 100 lbs of potatoes . It was my first solo backpacking trip . Scared the shit out of me but also made me stronger . Good shit .