HighSierraTopix has a thread on “meeting people in the backcountry” that generates tons of interesting ancecdotes. My favorite so far is one by Markskor of Sacramento called
The Kid from Tuolumne Store. It’s a bit long but must be read to the end to get the point of the story, which can be summed up as: you never know when something totally amazing will happen in the backwoods, but inevitably something always does.