Trail Closed Forever

I was out on the trail today and ran into a hunter. He wasn’t particularly rude or anything, but he rattled off the name of the property owner, and who had the hunting lease. He told me I wasn’t supposed to be there. This is the first I heard they didn’t want anyone using the trails, so that ends the matter.
It’s not as if I feel any sharp sense of loss or anger over the work I did and can no longer enjoy. Frankly it was the adventure of exploring and the doing of the work itself. It was just a hobby. There are certainly other places I can walk.
Of course, this means I won’t be helping the firefighters next time there’s a wildfire, as well. By the time fire season comes around again, I’ll have forgotten too much, and things will have changed with the hunters now alert to other users. You see, there’s a bunch of kids and such who have been running around out there quite a bit. So there won’t be any maintenance and trash pick up without me there.
So when I turned to leave, I told the hunter, “Enjoy my trails.”