Yea, we didn't come to entertain the owner with a gunfight. I don't like to hike with a gun belt on anyway. It blows the naked feeling and who's gonna argue that you are not unarmed and harmless.
"Signs signs everywhere there's signs!" We kept coming across these mining mineral claim signs around there. They use them to claim land in the National Forest to build cabins on, but also for mineral rights according to the gold panner that we befriended. The other direction, here in the middle of the relatively remote forest, the other direction was a private property sign. It was hard to ascertain where public and private land boundaries ended. Then, with an overkill urban interface camping spot strategy, the Forest Service had "no Camping" signs in numerous fun places and numbered "camping site" signs everywhere.
On the other hand, the signs that we would welcome, the street road signs, were placed in crappy nearly hidden spots, off the highway and even back in the forest things were not clearly marked. We weren't the only ones that didn't know where we were going.