So I said thanks and turned around, going back to town. There is no infrastructure for deepwoods studies or eco-tourism. The paths are hidden and few and usually traversed only by hunters with dogs. As a result, the forbidding mountains of 2,200 plus meters are out of bounds and their foggy tops can only be seen from far away, as nature and the new laws intended them to be. Also, a few spooky legends keep men out of most of the reserve.
Fear is the best deterrent for invasion and destruction.
It should be instilled into the hearts of men in these desperate and crucial times. Measures are needed similar to those employed in African reserves, where park rangers carry automatic weapons with orders to shoot on sight illegal hunters. Also, it is high time to defend the most beautiful treasures in the universe, regardless of whether science-fiction books may have led us to believe our planet is plain and common, or whether we are just indifferent to the destruction of pure nature forever. Back inside the forest, far away, I could hear an axe cutting wood and every so often, the wind carried voices, distinctly those of young people. Also, several big jets flew over, only a few miles above.