As a teenager, I lived in the woods. I ran barefoot through the hills from Mid-June to Late-August. My winter vacations were spent in some of the worst weather in the world, and more than once I’ve climbed mountains in snowdrifts up to my hips, at least that is where I stopped sinking. A lot of life has happened since those days; rumor has it that I’ve grown and become wiser, I suppose time will judge that assumption…