I grew up in the mountains, surrounded by the massive trees of Northern California. Trees here easily best 40 feet, often get up to 60 feet. This is important because they're so dense and tall that light is blocked or reduced except during midday hours, and you can't typically see the sun's location or stars. So getting lost is perilously easy. What's more, there's really no landmarks to find a body... So if an "accident" happens, chances are nobody is coming, or will ever find out what happened.
We have "flumes" that carrying water to various areas, treat them like decent sized aqueducts that travel for miles through the mountains, often running alongside cliffs, with rickety walkways built of metal (you hope), but often just heavily weathered wood. Just a steep mountain towering to one side with freezing water rushing along, and a crappy rail with massive drop of 50+ feet to the other side.
One day out hiking along these around 4pm, I was returning after multiple hours of being out there. By my estimation I had about 2-3 miles to reach my car. Light was already being extinguished by the trees when I came across one of these metal walkways by a flume. It creaked, I had crossed it earlier than day. Maybe 30-40 feet long, 3 feet wide, cliff to one side, shear mountainside to the other.
I stepped onto it and began my trip across, but as I did a guy stepped onto the other side. He was disheveled, and looked like civilization wasn't something he normally partook of. Very back to nature feel, clothing in tatters, massive beard, long unruly hair. He didn't look at me, just started slowly shuffling.
As we got closer I could hear he was muttering something. Obviously I was quite concerned. I mean I'm not a small guy, 6 foot, roughly 200lbs, decent shape, even intimidating to most but clearly not him. At around 15 feet away I did my customary, "Hi, how's it going?" And got no response, he just kept coming, and muttering unintelligably.
As we got closer, I positioned myself by the cliff side rail, as the water had no such protection from falling in. And kept a weary eye on him. Tense moments happened, closer and closer we came, he was still muttering and not looking at me.... 10 feet... 5 feet.. At this point all he has to do was lunge at me, and there's nothing to stop us both from tumbling into the abyss but a creaky old rail.
Louder muttering, shuffling... But then... he just passes on by. Never once looking at me, never commenting. I moved several steps passed him and turned to watch him go. Never a single word, he just shambled away...
So why did I tell you this story? I wanted to illustrate a couple things, the first is that civilization is a thin veneer. You feel safe because you're surrounded by it and have come to expect it to be there. But when it's not, you realize it's just you versus a cold, cruel world. It doesn't care who you are, what you've done... The same things kills us all just fine.
The next is that of all of the things I've ever faced, bears, mountain lions, etc.... Nothing is more terrifying than other humans. Animals are predictable, they act on the same instincts so if you know what to do, and you afford them the proper respect a predator deserves. You will likely be fine. Humans follow no such patterns, they could be crazy like that guy, roughly "normal" like me, or some person meaning you harm. How will you know? And who is coming to save you anyway? After all if they did do something to you, chances are nobody will ever find the body anyway.
