"Leaves Without Trace" brought me back to Magna Carta in West London in 13 years and Tasmania in 18 years. In addition to mountains and seas, maybe I still love the forest. The first time I rode on a pony was in the forest near Wageningen in the Netherlands; lived with hippie villages in the forest near London; rode a motorcycle dozens of kilometers through a forest of monkeys in Bali; and went to Tasma National Forest Park where camping during rock climbing in Niah. With so many places where nature is over humans, when I think of it, I feel like standing at the foot of a tree and looking up, consciously small but full of joy.
Think of those trees
Towering giant trees and winding roads
Wet forest
Lying in the tent and breathing my own water mist
Wrap up winter clothes
Listen to the rain beating on the curtain
Rot plants that sleep in winter
Playing piano and singing around the brazier
Walk 3 kilometers of dirt road
dumpster diving
Return full of food and blessings
You get a weak electric light when you pedal a bicycle
Look at the moon from the stars
View more about Leave No Trace reviews
