Outdoor recreation often slips into what I call an achievement-based relationship with nature. I’ve been guilty of it myself. Whether it’s “bagging peaks”, racing to finish the AT, or stamping the land with machines and monuments, the focus shifts from ecology to ego.
Being obsessed with Peak Bagging is not Solarpunk.
Nature is not your personal obstacle to challenge yourself against, it is a shared place of discovery you trample when you only see it as a place to endlessly, exhaustingly conquer.
JFC dude/dudette/whatever, calm down.
Does your hippy-ass even know what a camp-site police-call is? (hint: it’s not the one where law enforcement get’s involved, at-all) I’ll bet you hate scouting with a burning passion too.
I like my crickets chirping, frogs croaking, crows cawing, maybe even an owl hooting around sun-rise with a cigarette, an energy-drink, and a mild(or not) post-bourbon hangover. I’ll bet you have a problem with that too.
If that’s not the persona you’re trying to portray, realize its exactly what’s coming through in your comments.
You’re ego is sprinkled all-over the place here, and it looks a lot like self-fellation resulting in un-solicited jizz and excrement. I guess at least its bio-degradable, but you need a shower after this hike as much as any gym-bro, and likely smell worse for the lack of exertion-sweat to compete with all that “not”-ego.
What are you actually trying to say here other than attempting to shame me for daring to critically question your relationship to nature?
Oh noes, I matched your energy and like a quarter of the words you’ve spent expressing it. I’m the bad-guy now.
Imagine going into nature looking for bad-guys.