We in Wyoming call this city slicker phenomena.
One time on an antelope hunt in the Wyoming desert north of Rock Springs, we camped (what is called boondocking here) next to an old windmill that had fed water to an old cattle watering trough. There was nothing else in site. It was after dark about 9 P.M. and our campfire and rv lights were the only lights shining except for the stars. We were about a quarter of a mile off of a so called gravel road by the side of what we call a 2 track road going through the sagebrush. We saw 2 sets of vehicle lights coming over the hill on the gravel road, one pulling a trailer. They stopped just past where the 2 track came off the gravel road, they backed up and drove right down to within 50 feet of us and proceeded to set up camp with out saying a word to us. We were awe struck and speechless. We had seen from their lights on license plates that they were from California. Nature called me a few minutes later. So I headed out about 150 feet into the dark to stand by a sagebrush for a urinal, just as I unzipped my fly, a big "Wuff" from 2 feet behind me gave me quit a start. Yep, you guessed it, I wet myself. Their hunting dogs were out. We left early the next morning.
This is our worst case of the herd or city slicker mentality that we have experienced , but it happens all the time. Maybe these guys were scared of the dark or just scared to be alone in the big outdoors.
I don't understand it, I want to be as far from others as I can. I have stayed in rv parks and can understand that.
I was born and raised in a small town of about 1000 people here in WY. My parents bought a 160 acre farm in an even smaller farming town of about 300 about 15 miles away, when I was 6 years old. We moved to the home in the middle of a 160 acres when I was 12 years old. I have to say that I felt like I had been let out of prison, having lived in the big town.
I am not a recluse as I did spend my career in sales.