I am a city girl. While I was growing up in Harlem, my experience with the outdoors—as in mountains, fields, rivers, lakes, and streams—was nil. I didn't know enough to realize I was missing something magical, even mystical, that occurs when I spend time in nature. When I converted from city slicker to outdoor devotee, family and friends were downright mystified. They couldn't imagine, for instance, what pleasure I get from walking through a hilly cemetery in Queens on a hot summer day, or from scrambling up a dusty, pebble-strewn incline to enjoy lunch on a sunny summit overlooking the... More >>>