Oh, Fifi. I love banjo music (I played for a while); most of my neighbors are considered rednecks by the rest of the county, and almost no one but my friend and I love our lake and swim in it. I am one thousand times happier out here in the country than I ever was in the city, but, well, some of us have the constitution for camping, and some don't.
I spent years sent away to camps everywhere, so the woods were forced on me, and the skin of this redhead isn't tough enough to absorb many bites or scratches. Or heat rash. And then there's the allergies.
But I've always loved creeks and rocks and fields, if that helps.