I've been thinking on this memory. A friend brought me with her parents to climb Mt. Monadnock in New Hampshire. We ate the most delicious apricots in the car. When I think of a forest, I always think of that. I remember how amazing everything smelled, the mulch, the rain.
Emerson wrote:

“Monadnock is a mountain strong,
Tall and good my kind among;
But well I know, no mountain can,
Zion or Meru, measure with man.	85
For it is on zodiacs writ,
Adamant is soft to wit:
And when the greater comes again
With my secret in his brain,
I shall pass, as glides my shadow	90
Daily over hill and meadow.