Most of my trips are conducted in areas with high animal presence (Sitka blacktail deer, mountain goats, brown bears, foxes, beavers, birds and birds and birds, etc.), but very little human presence. If I’m down at sea level and have to collect water out of a relatively stagnant source, I will filter. But probably 90% of the water I drink in the backcountry I don’t bother. I find flowing streams in the alpine, or small, clear seeps mid-mountain or at sea level, and just drink to my heart’s content. I’ve been doing this for 30 years, and only once in that time did I have an episode of G.I. distress that I could even loosely tie back to a backcountry trip (I had symptoms compatible with a Campylobacter infection for about a week a bit after a trip, though I was never tested). I think it would be interesting to get tested for an endemic case of Giardia, because I’ve heard that some folks are simply carriers but remain asymptomatic.
It’s hard to believe that I haven’t been exposed to all sorts of stuff at this point, especially after working on the Alaska Peninsula for 10 years where we simply drank straight out of rivers downstream of hundreds of thousands of decaying salmon and every manner of critter doing its business in the watershed. Or the time we were a bucketing our drinking water out the a river below what we thought was a sod clod from a collapsed river bank that turned out to be a dead moose calf. And on and on and on. Three decades of barely trying to avoid significant bacterial and parasitic loads.
It just kind of leaves me wondering how critical filtering water actually is (at least in my area of Alaska)? I’ve heard plenty of descriptions of Giardia reported elsewhere that make it sound pretty horrific and nothing that I would actually want to experience, but I know so many people that live and work here in Kodiak that have never treated water at their field camps or at their remote salmon fishing sites, etc., and accounts of them getting sick are basically nonexistent in my experience.
P.S. I am prepared for the tongue-lashing I’m about to receive from the urban-dwelling “better safe than sorry” scolds, *wink*.

