The one thing that has stuck with me about being "out there" is the quiet. There are noises once you get off the paved roads, in the trees, on a lake, but they are a different sort of caliber than most people in the modern world experience. I've been out at star parties where it has freaked people out and messed with them that they can hear trees rustle in a light breeze from a few hundred feet away. You can hear deer move in the shadows before you see them. You can hear the yips of cyotes in the distance. The ringing in my ears from years of metal concerts goes away after a few days out in the world. I need to plot a return.