I've generally had good luck, and since I made the solo trip detailed below I've rarely gone out solo since except in very high traffic area's.
But maybe 6-7 years ago the idea of getting stranded never occurred to me so I did solo rides everywhere, a couple days a week, if my buddies couldn't make it out 2pm on Wednesday, I just said fark it and went out.
Anyway, decided to explore the estero river, which I had been out on before on a couple of group rides, its a little 7 mile run full of twisties off the bay, because I was playing hooky off of work my wife, boss, familly had no idea I was even out on the water... (ya, i'm not so bright some times)
Short version of the story is that I made a wrong turn at about 45 mph and basically ran into a dead end with a mudbar in the middle, whomp... 600 lb ski completely stuck in the mucky muck 6 inches deep and i'm about 100 yards off the beaten path and can only see the "river" through the trees. I'm smack dab in the middle of mama gator country, we see gators out there quite often...
Its maybe 4pm, and boat traffic was very light, maybe 1 boat going by every half hour...sunset was around 6pmish, so i had about a 2 hour window before I was officially fubar... I was maybe half hour before dead low tide so at best maybe 6 hours I might have been able to get it off the muck, hopefully. A very depressing moment when you realize you just farked yourself.
I basically sat there thinking about getting eaten by gators around midnight (no cell service) After failing to signal two boats finally the 3rd one hears my whistle and stops, dude trims up his boat and makes it about 30 yards in before he can't go further, and he know's he can't leave me, although he suggested (twice) that I leave the ski and wade over. I begged him to come over and help, knowing that two of us could get it off the sandbar, but alone I had no chance...
Reluctantly he wades over in the muck and we spend about 20 minutes sliding the ski 4 inches at a time off the bar, exhausted and bug eaten I shook his hand, offered money (refused) and went straight back to the ramp, all of a sudden I was quite the religious fellow, well, at least for about 45 minutes, then I went to hooters and had a cold beer.
it was...
Terrifying...
The last time I rode solo in a low traffic area
the last time i traveled w/o flares
the last time I went out with less than 100 ft of rope.
the last time i've gone to Estero Bay alone (mud bars everywhere)
the last time that my wife didn't have my ride plan via text so she knows EXACTLY where I'm going and when I expect to return.
All in all it was pretty scary, but enlightening at the same time, i learned a lot of lessons that day, including the fact that at least now I know I'm not the type to panic, i stayed pretty relaxed and calm despite the obvious concerns.
next....