This place

Walking around the woods along the Spokane River on one of the warmest days of the year, we headed into some shadows and instantly felt cold, as though we had entered a cave. The smell of the pine needles in the brisk air transported me back to that one time I went camping, back in junior high, in Oregon. It was the first time I'd ever slept in a tent, the first time I felt so saturated with nature. I have never been a particularly outdoorsy type, but it's in those moments that I feel I could just remain where I am for a spell, inhaling deeply like some hippie, communing with every living thing around me. It's beautiful around here. I love these outdoors.