Hiking and Philosophy, Part One

I am back home from college. Being here is weird because it was once more home than it is now. Things around me used to mean so much, but now the associated memories are becoming foggier. Of these things is a sheet of lyrics by the door. They read:

"If you think going camping will undo a long life of slow dying then go ahead, go camping. Try to forget in the meadow, try to forget on the hill..." Mount Eerie, from Mount Eerie Dances With Wolves

Not to bring too much philosophy into this, but I think that this is important to talk about. How much of what we are doing is a rebellion against death, or the decay of our body? How much of this is a fight for permanence? For forgetting anything? Is this hike merely a diversion from life, or is it part of life?