I think about it everyday and then I remember that the woods are filled with creepy, crawly things and I have no survival skills plus there’s no bathroom plumbing so….I’ll just hide out in my house.
@Novels56 I was six when I saw the movie version of "My Side Of The Mountain", where a 12 year old goes off to live in the woods alone (with his dad's permission?!). It became my favorite book, I started learning about backyard foraging, and to this day I have a wilderness survival manual as bathroom reading for funsies. I'm shocked I don't know more, probably because I've always also thought air conditioning is nice, but please ase don't tempt me.
I’m the same way about Mt Everest. There was a time I read every book published about summiting. Especially women.
When moving, my son unpacked a huge National Geographic map of multiple routes to summit Everest. “Planning a climbing trip?” he asked. “In my dreams” I responded.
Forever in my dreams.
@LnzyHou @Novels56 I literally dream of beach combing. Or rather being within sight of the shore, and unable to wander around looking for shells due to social obligation. I used to live in a tent on the beach, and trying to stay near camp with my partner and friends will apparently haunt me forever. I wanted to go dig for clams, they wanted to go shopping in town and bring back boring shit like bread.
