What's the point of going out, if all you see is trees, trees, and more trees? Do I really need to dedicate six hours of my life driving, from point A to B, just, to look at a bunch of trees? America is full of trees. Yurop is full of fields. The Middle East is full of sand. What gives!? Shouldn't I have some objective in mind, instead, of mindlessly wandering coniferous forests, like those people, who committ sudoku, in Japan?

A forest full of dead people? Now, THAT'S interesting. It's time to bring the party back to outdoorsman-ship, through mass suicide.