Every time I go out fossil-hunting on the Peace River, I don't want to leave. I want to stay and explore deeper and deeper into the wilderness until I find a karst cave which I will turn into my own Grizzly Adams remote redoubt. I'll live off fish that I catch and berries that I cultivate.
My name will be Marshy Mike and I will be a legend of the swamps. Campers will tell tales of me around the fire.
Then go back home and post stuff on the interwebs.