When I started running in the late 60's most of the rivers I ran were pretty much wilderness; even the badly abused upper Colorado. At pump house there was actually a pump house with a pump, and not much else. The road in (term used loosely) was only a road when it was dry. The rest of the time it was a mud slide. There were no ramps; you tossed your boat in over the scrub and mesquite.
I went back for the first time in 35 years last year. There are PAVED roads, many ramps camping for a couple hundred rascals, toilets, signs, water faucets, and damn parking fees.
And people play their amplified, electronic music right there, at the ramp and as they float through their "wilderness" experience.
The launch for Dolores was courtesy of a rancher. It was a wide spot in a cattle trail from his barn to the river. Today the entire river is a minor dribble, the Dolores strangled by a damn dam.
Glen Canyon was still a scenic canyon the first year I ran. Today it's buried under 45 years of silt and water and discarded rubbish.
Tear down that damn dams, rip out the toilets and ramps and camping spots and other shit.
And turn off that music!!
then we can talk stacks of rock.