My parents took me camping each summer to the Sierras during my formative years. Most of the trips consisted of designated campsites, tents, lake activies, and fishing. I'd always be more amazed with the backcountry in the distance of each place I would stay. The jagged, snow capped moutains would call me from the distance as I would see the transtion of light all around them-- seeing the light in the sky turn from white to gold to blue to purple and into darkness, as the shadows crept until there were no more. Now as an adult, I find myself spending time in the wilderness that I would always beg my parents to take me to, but they were too scared of the drive, the bears, the moutain lions, and the weather. None of that phases me, althought it somewhat should. But here is where I find serenity; here is where I can hear my own thoughts. This is paradise to me.I've been around the world, and I've been around the states, but nothing comes close to my backyard.