I think there is, for many of us, an unspoken promise in wild lands. Cresting a ridge in the North Cascades and coming to the head of a long, open valley, we pause. The assumptions are twofold. Nature, then, becomes the seedstock for a Neo-primitive utopia. Bouncing around the fringe of the environmental movement, one can hear that promise spoken aloud.
People talk about the collapse of industrial society, and the emergence of new tribes.
In certain neo-primitive circles, you can even find explicit descriptions of the wild recolonizing the ruins of our cities left by some undescribed apocalypse. If it was this clear all would be cool. If there was pristine nature to work with, we could fight to protect it all costs, and let the rest of the region go to pot. As long as we had the template, as long as we had the seedstock we'd come out on the other side of the coming disaster in good shape. This, unfortunately, is a completely fucked idea.