When I went camping the only noise I heard at coffee was an offended blue-jay and an echoing rattle of a woodpecker. The stamping of hooves impatient for oats, and the not so distant splash of a trout over-eager to sip a bug.
Hard-core fishing for goldens and cutthroat and brookies. I was so pooped after a hot shower after dinner that I didn't even miss having a book to read. Out like a light until I smelled coffee and the memory of a dream faded. The day before something huge had yanked the tip of my rod into the water and pulled it still deeper before thrashing off the hook.
Technically I was already "away from it all" even before turning the key and heading for the corral. The pack boxes had already been loaded and weighed.
Then my health hit an uncovered manhole... :(