Quotes About Outdoors

Anna had read books about people in the cities going camping. They would leave their comfortable homes and beds and deliberately sleep in tents, on the ground, then cook their food outside over an open fire instead of in a well-stocked kitchen. She couldn't imagine something so ridiculous.

I enjoy hiking and skiing, like most Norwegians. In winter, there will be snow for months on end. In the summer, there are the long evenings to enjoy.

Living indoors without fresh air quickly poisons the blood and makes people feel tired and seedy when they don't know why. For myself, I sleep out of doors in winter as well as summer. I only feel tired or seedy when I have been indoors a lot. I only catch cold when I sleep in a room.

For sure, Potrero Chico is a super nice winter vacation climbing area. It's really convenient to fly into Monterrey, one of the nicer cities in Mex, and get a taxi to Potero. Then you can just live in the camping area and walk everywhere. It's muy tranquilo, as they say there.

I am not a fan of running on treadmills because I think it prohibits you from learning how to pace yourself on your own, so I will brave the winter and run outdoors - and I'll be honest, the competitive part of me sees the cold weather as a sort of challenge.

I like the beach in the summer and the mountains in the winter.

I like Miami in the winter: there's no humidity, no bugs, no mosquitoes. You go out and wear your jacket, and you're all good!

I always love the smell of a bat and a glove, or a hockey puck in the winter time.

When I first started snowboarding, it was something that was only really done in the winter. Mount Hood in Oregon was the magical exception.

I loved having bonfires in the winter with my friends in the backyard.

My son, Laurier, and I love being outdoors. We like to ski and to skate, to play in the snow, and simply to walk and enjoy the winter scenery.

In the summer, I would play street hockey every day with my cousins and my brothers. And in the winter we'd play on the backyard rink.

In India, it's tough to shoot a period film outdoors. You cannot find mud roads without wires, signage and billboards with ads of mobile phones even in rural areas.

If you're looking for can-do, earthy-crunchy attitude then you've got to go to Wisconsin.

The spirit of the great outdoors and the spirit of America is freedom - let's keep freedom alive by preventing woke bureaucrats from trampling on property rights with more land grabs.

Gardening has just sort of grown on me. I find it therapeutic. And I like smelly things.

Colleges produce more sports therapists than engineers. Perhaps because America is a sporty country: a lot of outdoors.

I grill, therefore I am.

I'm outdoors a lot, so I get dark. Guess who gets stopped? I've been pulled over, and they ask, 'Where are you from?' I say, 'Montana.' They say, 'Are you sure? And I say, 'I'm reasonably sure I'm from Montana, but you know, this is a dream life.' You start on this shtick with them and it's fun.

They say the good Lord doesn't charge you for the days you hunt and fish, and I believe that.

I think I have some of my clearest thoughts when I'm out running.

Such artistic forays into the countryside had been made easier by the invention, in 1824, of metal tubes for oil paints, which replaced the messy and awkward pig bladders in which artists of previous generations had kept their paints; and by the introduction of collapsible three-legged stools and portable easels, both of which could be carried into the countryside by the artist.18

I heard on public radio recently, there's a thing called Weed Dating. Singles get together in a garden and weed and then they take turns, they keep matching up with other people. Two people will weed down one row and switch over with two other people. It's in Vermont. I don't think I'd be very good at Weed Dating.

Nossas inteligências estão cada vez mais ligadas aos vídeos e computadores e cada vez mais distantes da natureza. Há crianças que nunca viram uma galinha de verdade, nunca sentiram o cheiro de um pinheiro, nunca ouviram o canto do pintassilgo e não têm prazer em brincar com terra. Pensam que terra é sujeira. Não sabem que terra é vida.