Kim Stanley Robinson Was Not Exaggerating

i thought the Reds in the Mars Trilogy were an absurd extrapolation of anti-human sentimental nature worshippers until yesterday i saw a clique on Twitter talking about how Yikes Nobody Gets To Light a Campfire Anywhere It’s Current Year because one of them found a circle of stones (itself problematic because it disturbs the fantasy of wilderness) that someone had built on a sandstone outcrop (good because heathland can go up in flames) but the sandstone cracked in the heat. immersion ruined. save the sandstones.