A biker was riding through Idaho in mid-Summer and stopped at a local store. As he stood by his bike drinking water, a man walked up to him, admiring his Honda Goldwing. After a bit of conversation, the biker learned that the elder had been living in the hills for many years. The man prided himself with the fact that he lived happily alone and “off the land” – forfeiting the trappings we call mere necessities. He shared with the biker that after a long period of time in the hills, he came down for a rare visit to the store. During that particular visit, he learned from someone he recognized that his mother had passed away six months earlier. He missed saying goodbye and he missed her funeral, but as he was sharing this with the biker on this hot summer afternoon, he did not seem affected at all. The biker thought of this often as he rode away, continuing on his journey. It made him sad; it also made him appreciate his family and friends. He too liked the solitude of riding his bike in the open country; however, he cherished the fact that he always had loved ones he would return home to. But, it is also noteworthy that this is the lifestyle the hermit chose for himself. What we might call loneliness and seclusion, the elderly man calls home.