Some years ago, my foster son and I went to do some hiking in Pennsylvania's Tuscarora State Forest. We planned to sleep in the forest, then do some heavy-duty walking the next day. But we only brought sleeping bags and it started to rain pretty hard, so we gathered up our stuff and went back to our truck and spent the night stretched out in the back. Where we had settled for the night in the forest was some yards off the trail, and both of us - pretty experienced hikers - sensed how different the forest felt there than it did on the trail. It was as if the wilderness tolerated us while walking through the forest, but off the thoroughfare that was the trail we were intruders. I don't think anyone who really gets to know nature ever tends to Disnefy it.