I love the sounds of nature. Frogs, whipporwhils, crickets, hell, even cicadas can be nice if it's not a heavy year for them. We once made camp along the Ozark Trail near the top of a ridge that the trail guide described as "occasionally eerie" and as the sun was setting we found out why. It was DEAD. SILENT. Absolutely zero noise. No bugs, no birds, no frogs. The winds didn't even make a rustling in the trees, even though it was blowing gently but steadily. About 0230 or so, the highway a couple miles away was somehow transported to camp and it sounded like a freightliner was driving over my tarp. Scared the hell out of me. I prefer the noises of the woods. Absolute silence is too creepy.
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