I do have a side of me that would just love to be stuck in the woods and have to stick it out and be really resourceful.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I can be a woodsman if need be. I grew up very close to some forest, and I spent a lot of my formative years up and down trees, fooling around in the woods. I'm no stranger to that sort of landscape.
In my deepest troubles, I frequently would wrench myself from the persons around me and retire to some secluded part of our noble forests.
My favorite thing is just walking in the woods. I can do it for days on end without tiring of it.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Being in the woods at night is a beautiful thing.
I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live and could not spare any more time for that one.
The woods were a boon; all too often, the forest offered danger and mystery. Yet it could be liberating. If you entered that wild place on its own terms, you might be accorded wisdom.
As one who has often felt this need, and who has found refreshment in wild places, I attest to the recreational value of wilderness.
I get fit taking my bike out in the woods.
I've been camping and stuff, but if you left me in the woods I'd probably just curl up and cry until someone found me.