Reminder that if you truly loved /out/ you'd commit your life to preserving the delicate mystery of the outdoors and save enough money to own a piece where you can protect and nourish it for all its potential without interference from fucking poorfags like you. If you gave a shit you'd buy land to prevent industry from shitting it up into yet another farm or wood reserve. If you truly went out you'd have the balls to knock on my door with a bottle of spirits and ask me politely if you can spend a night in my woods.
But go on OP, make another thread about how you're too much of a sook to travel on public provided land and too much of a NEET to work for your own.