Climbing…deep breaths, sweat beads, heart beating in my head…curving up a switchback…rawrrrrr!…what the heck is that?…what?…two guys- standing on the side of the mountain in a man-made meadow…with chainsaws? Excuse me, but I’m on this trail and I came out here for peace and quiet! The bird above me is scolding them, although she sounds like she has accentuated it with “how are you?” in Gaeilge. So, I begin responding in Irish (Gaeilge). I swear the bird seems to understand me. She shoots back something similar. We are having a grand conversation, complaining about the dratted noise. I sit down under an Eastern Hemlock. The buzzing saw invades our quiet and she flits to another tree. Suddenly, quiet. A chipmunk squeeks past, a bumblebee buzzes toward the trail, and I munch on a Pampa Bar. My bird friend flits to a higher height, just as the chainsaws commence their grinding music. I have had enough. After hiking for more decades than I care to share, I have had it. I’m sick and tired of people ruining a wonderful place. I yell at the chainsaws, forgetting I haven’t switched back to English. The chainsaws stop, my bird friend responds, and I have a long respite from the sound of evil. So- I stand, grab my pack, and head down trail once again, knowing that it is silly for me to expect a developer to keep from ripping apart the side of a beautiful mountain. But in my pocket I have a camera, and I am taking those peaceful memories home.