When I was a kid, the best times I had were moving through the woods by myself and feeling a part of all that life around me. Deer and other animals often didn't run from me, but watched me pass – I wasn't a threat. Creeks were wonderful areas where all kinds of critters could be seen. The sounds of water and wind made me dream of the wide world and everything in it. It was great.
Somewhere along the way I grew up , got a job, and stopped living in the woods in my mind all the time. One day I realized how much I missed that. Walls make me feel caged, like my mind can't expand beyond the physical barrier. When I get out beyond the noise of cars, phones, and the everyday drone of "civilization" I feel much better. I can think over the concerns of my life from a different perspective. I can grasp what's really important to me much easier. Maybe it sounds strange, but it's kind of like the wake-up call, the 'aha' moment you get about life and priorities when tragedy strikes, just without the trauma.
Learning to go lighter lets me get out further, faster and enjoy staying as long as I can. It's also much better on my bad knees so I don't have a painful excuse to not go hiking;-)

