I grew up at the foot of a mountain range in Alaska, surrounded by miles of forests and bears (and bear shit). I love the woods, minus the ticks and stuff. There's something about the paradox of it being the most beautiful, peaceful environment accessible to you, and at the same time the most forbidding and hostile -- you can't live there unaided, you can only visit.
I remember when I left NYC for the first time on a bus, I wept when I saw actual trees and forests again through the window