Sometimes, when I hike, I experience true happiness in its simplest, plainest form. It’s not in the past with somebody else or in the future in a different place. It’s there, with me, my old hiking boots, a cool breeze, an oak’s shadow, a rusty wooden knife and a ripe avocado.

I hike because I’m tired of using disposable plastic gloves in supermarkets to pick a banana to put into my polyurethane shopping basket, I’m tired of buying green cakes topped with artificial cherries on foam…