Walk in the Woods (not the book)

So, I'm walking in the woods last weekend, and thinking how nice the solitary life is (read lonely), and I'm walking by empty campsite after empty campsite, and I say to myself (since there is no one else to talk to) that these campsites must be enjoying the solitary life as well, but then I have a sudden epiphany (not my second cousin) that there used to be a rowdy bunch of people, who, shushed people for a living, that were actually onced shushed by Ranger Bob, and the thought occurred to me that perhaps, just perhaps, someday, some how, some way, that group could be brought back together, reunited as it were, to bring information to the very trees, upon which a lifetime of information is written and then distributed to the masses, if only this were possible, then as suddenly as the thought came, it dissipated with the forest mist, and I continued upon the path alone.