I don’t really have what anyone would call an “outdoorsy” inclination. I’m very much a housecat homebody prone to losing steam on the first mile of a hike. But on many Washington forest walks, there’s a point at which I feel as though I have passed from one room to another, and suddenly the air takes on a different, cooler, lighter character, and the tree coverage gets denser. Those are the moments I haul myself off the living room couch for.
