A friend recently returned from a camping trip in the Sierra Nevada. His eyes shone as he described the opalescent sky, the vitality of wildlife in spring and the fun he’d had playing with his two young daughters during the mellow evenings. It had been a really good trip, an experience to treasure, he said.
I casually asked how long it took to get there. «Oh, it wasn’t too bad,» he said, and then caught himself, as if he’d said something wrong. «But we took the minivan this time, which I suppose means we weren’t so in tune with nature after all.»
I felt slightly hurt.… Seguir leyendo »