I've read a lot of books. Seen movies ad nauseum. I've hiked many a mountain trail. Climbed routes, skied runs, biked paths. In other words, I've done a lot of activity consumtion in my life.
And, occasionally, I've stopped to consider the person who made it all possible. The trail workers who put in my favorite hike in Glenwood Canyon. The woman who cut the trees on the best runs at Sunlight Mountain. And, when I was 13, Steven Spielberg for making Jurassic Park. All of them have received positive vibes at one time or another.
But at no time have I ever though, "hey, I think I'd