There were some quiet unspoiled places that I used to enjoy
I camped on bolivar peninsula in my ?20s.
I loved the quiet of manistee national forest.
I enjoyed ehrenberg until a rv wanna be guru published that it was free and a no man's land.
I've never had a problem with nfs rangers or BLM officers. We shared love of nature and it's beauty as is.
And I always carried a couple of bags. One for trash, one for cool (to me) things.
Back in the days of Google plus, I became known for unedited shots sharing the beauty of natural things as well as highlighting the traces man leaves behind.
The more people that gather in one place, the more damage done to mother earth and nature.
I've camped where bears, wolves, and big cats come through. I've never been attacked or had to shoot one. Very simply, I was in their environment. I didn't try to tame any or feed any. I made sure I left behind nothing that would harm them or endanger them. As I pulled out, you saw only a few wheel tracks and no things left behind.
And toilet paper long outlives the campers. Eww. Dirty disposable baby diaper. Everything has an impact on nature.
I don't take wood or pine cones from one forest to another. I do take some birch bark, maybe a pretty pebble.
It doesn't matter what it looked like when I got there. Public land belongs to all of us. So I cleaned up something that is also mine.
I can sit still for an hour or several, just watching the wind, the trees, the animals, insects, and other natural inhabitants.
I don't build big fires. Usually a very small comfy one.
And when I leave, I leave only memories.
Good coffee to you
JustLou
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