I think " The middle of nowhere " probably could be considered relative, as are most things in life. In my forty years of chasing rainbows I have been down on the side of the road once that I couldn't handle on my own. It was seventy five miles south of Dease Lake B.C. No cell coverage, in the middle of heavy bear country and the road closed due to fire. At the time I certainly considered it to be the middle of nowhere.
It took us two weeks and several thousand dollars to get out of there, but we met some wonderful folks that treated us like family and we still consider as friends. Most of us manage to get home eventually, no matter what the circumstances and to this day we consider that breakdown one of our greatest adventures. I came to realize that everywhere is somewhere.