Not Really an UGHHHHHHH.

I read with interest some of the ugh's about name-calling and object throwing directed at runners, sorry to hear about those experiences. My story isn't really a rant, I thought it was pretty funny.
Last August I spent a month in Iqaluit, Nunavut. There aren't many roads leading anywhere, only 3 lead out of town, and they all end within 5km. The road to the West is in fact called "The Road to Nowhere", I spent a lonely night trying to "borrow" the road sign, but that town never sleeps.
I first started running to the South, it had kind of a Mad Max, post apocalyptic vibe to it. I'd run past the junkyard, the prison, and up a mountain to the end of the road. There are no trees. When the male inmates were in the yard they'd just yell "HEY!" and try to get my attention. I'd fake intense interest in the scenery ahead. When the ladies were in the yard they would yell "Run, Forrest, Run" and hurl good-sized rocks over the fence at me! I didn't dare make any response, all it takes is an angry phone-call from an inmate to her boyfriend, it's awfully desolate and isolated outside town. All in good fun, I wasn't hit, and I ran 300km in Iqaluit that month.

Recommended- Run North to Apex and back, it's very beautiful, seemingly never-ending hills, you can see to the horizon in all directions, and the air is unbelievably fresh.
Average temp in Aug was about 9C.