For the past 50+ years I've been going to summer camp, and still feel like a kid when I'm there. I'm lucky: 3 generations of the Wallace family have been going to the Lair of the Bear in Pinecrest, CA since my brother, sister and I were little kids. It's dusty, dirty, rustic, the food isn't that good, and the facilities marginal. I love every minute of it.
This past summer Paul and I got up at 6 a.m. each morning and hiked the 5 mile loop around Pinecrest lake. There's no one on the trail, and our only company are the Osprey searching for trout below.
Even though I spend only one week in Pinecrest a year, I find that I do a lot of paintings of this area. It gives me peace when I'm there, and again when I paint it. I always try to encourage people to paint what they love, what interests them, what makes them happy. I think it makes for better paintings.