I went out one night toward the last hours of daylight and everyone was packing up and heading out. Soon I was alone, and felt lonely. Then a couple of vans came screaming up the hill and I really realized how vulnerable I was there in the middle of nowhere all alone. Turned out they just wanted the field to land their hot air balloon. Other times, I've gone when it's crowded and just keep my trainer in the truck since I'm a beginner, and I don't want to gum up the field with my newbiness. But even then, I always seem to end up chatting with someone, usually an old-timer who isn't flying either, and I end up thinking I would't trade the day for anything. There are old-timers just looking for conversation, if you give them a minute. Or an hour. What better way to spend some time than making someone else's day just by being there to talk.