Hmmmm...
"One man's noise is another man's blender?"
I remember servicing campgrounds where there was no power and no generators.
Shrieking children, Paul Bunyon grade wood chopping, cars coming and going...
"Raallllpppphh! Where Are You? Raaaaaallllppphh! The barbecue is out of gas!"
Pack the mules, grab the lead line and gooooooooo. Twenty miles in a zig-zag line. Fording rivers, dismounting and leading it across DG (decomposed granite) slopes). Sticking the balkiest mule on string end loaded with the most unbreakable gear. Stubborn. Didn't want to walk so it got dragged a hundred yards but six other animals convinced it, sitting on it's but was not an option.
Maybe it was "RV Boondocking" that showed me "getting away from it all" took effort. If one person in a ten mile radius is alone, does a generator make noise?
Horse packing spoiled me rotten. in camp, zero noise except water exiting a lake, birds and marmots. Backpackers were careful to spread out and make camp in copses of firs to reduce light-pollution which spoils a sky with a billion stars.
It's very possible down here to still find true wilderness camping.
But when I go north and see clusters of rigs (even at Quartzite) I shudder. Different strokes for different folks.
