Very good essay 😀
I spent today, my last full day on Moosehead Lake, at an isolated, Park Service-maintained, campsite accessible only by boat, unless you know where to look for the faint trace of footpath. Fortunately, I made the path myself in 2011, and retrace my footsteps each year. I have not always used the camp; it’s first come, first served. On the occasions when others have claimed the site ahead of me, I did not announce my presence as I approached via the footpath. It seems likely that anyone camping in such an isolated spot doesn’t want to be bothered. I turned back at the first sign that the site was inhabited.
I come to Moosehead Lake for the solitude: I don’t like to be bothered when I’m here. I value, no, I cherish the solitude. If I want to socialize with other humans, I drive forty miles to Greenville, the nearest…
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