I remember traveling to the north and seeing all of these families with caravans, and that was normal, that was normalized. The wood they purchased, everything was stale, robotic—predisposed. No mystery, no complexity. Even the nature outings they had were planned, and when ours wasn't, I felt outside, alienated.

And when you get that chance to be a part of that plan, part of that formulation, you take it. Because you have no other choice, no "Plan B" that will let you experience anything. The only alternative is negative, sucky—living in anti-nature, in brick walls, concrete, desolate dark places.

Yet the ones who do live in nature live in it through indulgences. There is just no option to be a part of it without hurting it, without over-exploiting your indulgences.

I remember going through the side of Lake Superior with my father—all I wanted to do was see the side of the lake, to camp out in nature.