You know, when I was 15 I wanted nothing more in the world but to go up into the mountains with a couple horses and rifle and knife and ax and tent and bedroll and just disappear and live off the land.
I may yet live out that dream (but the ground is a lot harder than it used to be).
I'm holding out for Galt's Gulch.
I hear there are beds there, softer than anywhere else due to the independent development of bed technology; unhampered by government rules, taxation, and societal ethics.