I think of my two late uncles, who cultivated the country romance of the hunt like characters out of Turgeniev's Sketchbook. When agriculture reproduces itself, through a process of further rationalization and abstraction, and creates industrial culture, then the split widens beyond breaching. But the transhumants are simply doomed. The liminal space they once occupied, in between settlement and nomadry, in between Culture and Nature, has simply been erased. The psychic space of transhumancy however cannot be so easily disappeared.
Children are diehard transhumants.
A very clear trace or remnant of psychic transhumancy expressed itself in the 1920's - 1950's in America as the summer camp movement. The utopian rural commune like Brook Farm was diluted into a low-cost summer vacation for cranks. My family owns one in a decaying lakeside resort-town in Upstate New York, where all the streets are named after Indians, forests, wild animals. As for the camps, eventually the majority began to cater to children, those natural citizens of summer. One by one the camps began to close, a slow decline over the 70's, 80's, and 90's.