They will complain of physical hardship, these sons of the pioneers. Not for long; once they rediscover the pleasures of actually operating their own limbs and senses in a varied, spontaneous, voluntary style, they will complain instead of crawling back into a car; they may even object to returning to a desk and office and that dry wall box on Mossy Brook Circle. The fires of revolt may be kindled-which means hope for us all.

-Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey