There's plenty of young people who think hiking while blasting music is rude at best, and who also use clubtread. Unless 27 qualifies me as decrepit, I guess.
Oh good, a young one. Can we meet up and you can show me how to use my bluetooth speakers? I cannot figure it out for the life of me.
In any case, I was just at Garibadli Lake (which I accidentally typed first as Caligari Lake, if anyone knows the old film) at it was a musical extravaganza on the trail and in the campground. Our lovely neighbours played music for us to fall asleep to and yet again to drink our coffee by. We passed literally dozens of groups or individuals with speakers, the high point (literally) being a young pair of dudes near the top of the Black Tusk trail merrily listening to their music.
I've given up on muttering my disgust (my daughter told me to shut up in any case) and I'm happy to realize that youngsters today are as annoying as I was in my teens and twenties. (I doubt they can compete, actually). My only complaint is the rudeness of it. That's all. And perhaps I am a cranky 50-something (when I was 20 I thought I'd basically be done with hiking by now, crippled and decrepit and incapable), but I feel like it just gets worse. Far worse than the music was the man who decided to keep me company at 6:30 am on the shore of Garib. Lake while I drank my coffee. With perhaps 1000m of shoreline to choose from to cast his hopelessly large lure (seriously? after coho or maybe marlin in the lake? see, i can judge everything people do!) from a spot 15 feet away from me. After his lure plunked down just offshore from the rock where I sat, I gave up and left and found a better (lonelier) spot.
I know it's hopeless to find solitude in August up there, but it takes but two bits of common sense to think that someone might wish not to be bothered. But perhaps he didn't want to be alone, so I should have sympathy. He sure was friendly.
But I think around Vancouver, where the woods and mountains are so close to so many people, it is noticeably worse than, say, the North Cascades in the US, where I spend most of my hiking time.
My wife tells me to block it all out. I cannot. Perhaps it's my failing, but I think we all toodle through the woods with some sense of belonging to a larger group of people with similar feelings or ideas. There's a collective background to our individual experience. And when you feel like that background now has an inescapable soundtrack, it's kind of a bummer.
THe only solution is to go farther afield and get away. Except that doesn't work. Those youngsters can cover ground and those damn speakers are very lightweight. And very easy to carry on a mountain bike.
Now let me tell you what I think of mountain bikes....