When I spent a summer doing trail work in Grafton Notch (like 20 years ago), there was a hermit living there in the woods who claimed that the land the state park is on rightfully belonged to him. He was the nemesis of the park rangers.

Sometimes he would vandalize park infrastructure or send them threatening letters. They were always searching for his campsites and would destroy them when they found one, but he would just move to another one. The rangers said he had been there for years and years. No idea if he’s still there.