Well just you live pretty much in the middle of the forest, there’s not really any authority structure around above you that’s not your brohood (and the PNW’s historic labor culture was very much brohood)

And marinating in the culture you realize your sense of thinly populated rural areas as upright and god-fearing and obsessed with placing restrictions upon themselves really was about small farmers as freeholding petit bourgeois, and a culture of laborers – without the para-aristocratic planter class of the south – is very much not that. It’s like cowboys or oil workers, except there’s not really a “rotate into civilization to splurge” phase, they live there year-round. In the woods. With their families.