A sad part of my thanksgiving break was having to discuss where we were going to spread my grandpa’s ashes in December. We decided that we should spread them in the cove of Angel Island, one of his favorite sailing spots. Thinking a lot about my grandpa over break made me wonder how much a love for nature is passed down and how much is discovered by the individual and dependant on the individual. I think one of the reasons that I love being outside so much is because my grandpa used to take me sailing or camping every other weekend growing up. I learned to really appreciate being outside from him. On the other hand, I have not sailed in three years, and actually do not enjoy sailing very much. Instead I have found enjoyment in other things that he was not passionate about such as hiking and rock climbing.

What do you guys think is the greatest influence in fostering a love for the outdoors?