My first real memories of the outdoors start as a kid in Oregon. My parents bought 10 acres of land on the side of a mountain, outside of Corvallis. We lived there without electricity for a couple of years. TV was reserved for family time at night when the generator was fired up, and even then only a few nights a week.
This left me and my little brother to explore the forest around us day in and day out. We made forts everywhere we could. Picked blackberries off the vine. Had standoffs with Bigfoot. And dodged beehives. I remember my parents teaching me about the different kinds of wildflowers and plant life. I remember hearing coyotes at night before falling asleep.
I am sure it was this time and experience that rooted a deep love or the outdoors in me. It fascinates me every time I am surrounded by nature. There is so much to see if you just slow down a bit and pay attention. Thanks Mom & Dad. #getoutdoors