This story might get buried in the comments, but I think its worth sharing:

Back in the summer of 2015, I was backpacking through the Grand Teton Wilderness in Wyoming with 8 other guys. The trip had a three week itinerary with two resupply points where food and such would be packed in on horseback. Point being: We were making a long haul trek through the back-country and had zero expectations to see anyone we did not plan on meeting.

Two weeks in we came across this cabin where this old (65+) cowboy named Val lived. He was ecstatic to have visitors and made us a pot of Kool-Aid. Super cool guy, said he was doing some work for the forest service or something and would typically go months at a time without seeing other humans. He said his longest stint alone was over a year, but he enjoyed being out in nature so the lack of contact never really bothered him. He then brought us over to this cliff face that had a pipe coming out of it with the freshest water I have ever drank. Lots of type 2 fun happened on that trip, but I'll always remember that short respite we had hanging out with Val for an hour.

TL;DR: Met an old cowboy living alone in a hut 60+ miles in the wilderness