I'm a nature junkie when I travel. More and more I avoid the museums and churches and look for parks, trails, national wilderness areas. I'm not talking extreme sports or power hiking. I'm just talking about long leisurely walks in nature. Maybe if I had grown up in a "real" climate, instead of the Arizona desert, things like trees with leaves and rivers with water wouldn't have such a hold on me. Maybe I wouldn't pine for the stark black and white of a winter forest, the electric green of real spring. The sun wouldn't be my enemy. I wouldn't have to move to other continents to find autumn. And maybe I wouldn't take three thousand pictures of trees.
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