Summerstorm,
I had a relative once who felt that if you felt the urge to physically exert yourself than you should lie down and let it pass. Oddly enough, she "climbed" Mt. Everest while sitting in a chair on a sherpa's back. She wrote an article about
it for the New Yorker, needless to say the cartoon of her was hysterical.
I understand your point of view. I love the arts and culture found in cities but I find regeneration in the forests.
Some of my favorite memories: waking up to a deer licking my cheek, listening to my dog team howling with a wolf pack across the river, having a herd of deer laughing at me as I learned to skate ski, watching a herd of elk carefully sniffing and examining 10 puppies out on their first excursion, and, of course, beautiful old growth forests that make me feel very, very tiny. Running into bears, coyotes and cougars are not my favorite memories. Although the bears were beautiful and very peaceful. The just lumbered away. Coyotes are very sneaky, predatory creatures. The cougar was on its way upcountry so it just ignored us.
My greatest fear was that the ileostomy would prevent me from having any more adventures. My next adventure that was planned before the uc disaster, riding across the Gobi desert with a Mongolian tribe. Maybe after the jpouch surgery is completed?
Szm