Some two weeks under forest canopy and ocean fog on a current road trip through New England, a final three days of rain and mist and chill driving up the Maine coast…and despite the primordial beauty, I’m thinking, “Get me out of here!”

So, it’s not that bad. But I could never live here. My natural habitat is a prairie sunshine warm and windy, open woodlands and pasture, hills and valleys textured in light and shadow, skies open to the sun where where distant thunderheads roll. Give me Central Texas, East Tennessee, or almost anywhere in the south.

Yet, I have friends here who cherish the forest and fog, the ocean mists and endless wind, the cold and snow.

Such creatures we are!! We long for the familiar. We rebuild over and over on homesites destroyed by flood and fire. We feel comfortable in the known and shun change. Emigrants and refugees seek their own communities, even terrain and countryside like that from home.

Where did we get the idea that we are more than animals? I wish wildlife biologists and ethologists and ecologists wrote psychology textbooks. Maybe we’d would learn something useful.