"Put me in our nation's wildlands. Sleeping under stars. Waking with the sun. Seeking where the land tilts upward and plying myself against it.
If only there wasn't this thing called money, and this other thing called time, and commitment, and children, and putting out the garbage for collection on Fridays.
Actually put me in those wildlands and give me a horse and a six-shooter and roll back the clock 150 years. I'll take my chances. I just hope I don't get a cavity, dentistry wasn't much back then."