When I was a young Beeps up in Northern Ontario the small town I grew up in had wonderful hiking trails. My step grandparents were also heavy into cross coutnry skiiing so we did a lot of both (hiking in the summer, x-country skiing in winter).
I freaking miss all that. When I was a young man it was all about being too busy and completely enveloped by urban sprawl. Now, even if I had the time, other obvious factors prevent the old wanderlust from being fulfilled.
No more Waltzing Matilda for me.
FML