3:13 a.m. on June 24, 2009 (EDT)
I suppose my father and grandfathers had it a little rougher than me, but I myself took to the woods to escape suburbia. I certainly have no tales to match the hardships described above. But I can't help but think of Monty Python's "Four Yorkshiremen", which ends thus:
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.
As far as the question at hand, I like a good trail when it gets me where I want to go. On a trail you are free to not pay attention: meditate on life, listen to the birds, etc. The decision about which direction to go in is already made. Nothing wrong with that. If the trail you choose is too busy for your taste, there's usually one less travelled nearby or maybe for the next time. And in areas with thick vegetation (or raging creeks) there are distinct advantages to having a path of least resistance, including maybe bridges.
But here in Norway the trails mainly go between huts, in the valleys and over passes. If you want to go up a mountain, you find your own way. Since there are no trees above, say, 1000 meters, you can usually see the way ahead and go just about anywhere, maybe just avoiding big boggy areas or cliffs. Totally different set of rules from the White and Green Mtns. where I spent my formative years.