My love for nature began close to home. In the woods behind my house, gardening with my mom, playing catch with my dad until sunset, making snowmen with my brother, and playing in the creek behind my neighbor's house. But to understand what I'm about to share with you today, I had to travel far from home.This started when I was 11 years old and I went on a three-day canoe trip in northern Wisconsin as a child of a mother who said her idea of camping was being at a hotel with no towels. This was my first tim ...