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.
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.