Where’s my forest?

Yesterday I happened to a place I hadn’t visited for half a year and there was nothing left. Well, not exactly nothing, the old trees were gone, but a huge amount of branches were left behind wherever they were cut off the trees and machine tracks so deep that in some places their edges reach the middle of my thigh. I get that whoever owns the forest can do with it whatever he or she desires instead of keeping it intact for the likes of me to enjoy or for the animals to live in, but there is a huge difference what kind of sight is left behind.