This all reminds me of an apocryphal story.
A town wanted to put in a new sewage treatment plant. Citizens were deeply divided. There was a raucous town meeting, with lots of yelling and anger. Tempers flared, friendships ended.
Finally someone yelled out, "What does Old Ben think?"
Old Ben was an elder statesman of the community, a leader for years, now retired. His fairness and wisdom were respected by all sides. The crowd quieted down to a whisper as all eyes turned to Ben, and the leader of the meeting asked,
"Ben, what do you think we should do?" Ben sat quietly, gathering his thoughts. Then in a low voice, he said:
"I guess we could all stop sh*tting."
Personally, I just yesterday got a set of highline poles run out to my farm, and will have electricity to my barn by this weekend. As excited as I am that the usefulness of my barn is now double or triple what it was, I still hated to see the poles spoil the view.
It's always a compromise.
We all love unspoiled spaces. But as long as we eat, poop, travel, use energy, create trash, etc., it's going to screw up somebody's land, some place.