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I groed up in a small New England farmtown. My parents own several acres of woods but the entire forest is maybe 2000 acres (and that's just 2000 acres contained by the road, the woods continue semi-forever).
I spent every day in the woods as a kid, all day. Just about never once saw another human being anywhere in the forest or on the hills. I know those woods like the back of my hand - you could show me a cropped photo of a rock or a stump or even a puddle and I would tell you where it is. It was amazing.
>tree climbing
>foraging wild apples and berries
>building forts and treehouses
>camping out (as I got older, as we have significant problems with burr and coyotes)
>"woods training" (basically our kid version of forest parkour)
>following the old stone walls through the woods looking for old artifacts
>over the years found an old two-man saw blade, some hand-forged horseshoes, a whiskey bottle from 1870, an axe head, an iron jaw trap
parents still own the property but things are changing, parts of the woods have changed hands and development is encroaching :[
