I live in the north woods. Lots of trees, many lakes and the peace and quiet that comes with them.
Except when the noise of jet engines breaks that silence because the nearby town of Park Rapids has an airport large enough for corporate jets to use because there are corporate retreats in the area and that’s how business types get here and leave.
A visitor once said that this was the only wilderness area he’d ever visited where jet noise was a thing.
I don’t mention jets when I write about the north woods. It doesn’t seem appropriate. When I outlined the Wilderness Women series, I didn’t once include jet planes. Not once.
Do I feel guilty? Only a tiny bit!