When you have lived in poverty for extended periods of time, or a 3rd world country or a very small village, things like camping seem very quaint. Or how city folk might perceive it. In a world with blazen forest fires and cities with smog, I can’t think of moving to Toronto or B.C. like I used to.
We’re all going to be climate migrants and dystopia dwellers the way technology is going. In the sense that, going to the woods might be one of the last ways we connect with “forest bathing”. Japanese do it, we don’t do it enough.
I’m not sure how much it’s about learning the rugged tools of survivalism so much as it is about facing the silence. Like a 10-day vipassana retreat, you come away changed by it. To be altered by a trip to the ocean, the mountains or a forest, is a luxury.