i grew up such places before there were such things. not as far from a major corridor, but as far from any major town. (pretty close to a tiny town that was right on the railroad, but one if i walked a half mile in almost any direction you'd never know a town or the corridor was there. right in the middle of the sierras. half way between sacramento and reno. i did commonly take five or ten mile walks several times a month. all decades ago now. at my age i don't expect to be out there again.)

I long to see the Sierra range. I have never made it that far west. There's a romantic part of my brain that likes to pretend that the world around me is purely wild. That thought dominates my being when I'm in the backcountry. My idol, John Muir called the Sierra his religion, and Yosemite his church. I have been wanting to make a pilgrimage one of these days