The Great Outdoors, to me, does not mean ten mile hikes up challenging mountains, with water and protein bars strapped on my back and heavy boots laced on my feet. Instead, it speaks to me of a lovely sidewalk café at which I can sit, near an amiable bookstore, with notebook and iced flamingo chai, or tables such as these aging French bistro tables in the (domesticated) wilds of my own garden.
My attitude is much like that of Colette, who writes with great wisdom
The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.—Colette
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Writing Tables