Only time I adventure into wilderness to get totally baked, is while I'm horribly shroomy.
Theres something about nature that draws you out, quite awesome. I live and used to live in the big city/cities so wilderness is as rare of an
occurrence as doing my delicious shrooms.
Usually what me and my friends used to do instead, back in my youth, is scale bigger buildings or complexes to smoke on the roof up high.
We'd bring mp3 players with battery speakers, and just chill and get ripped to fuck.
Highest building i've climbed was a 15 story complex and the university at waterloo, other than that it's been inner city buildings. City freeclimbing is the best when you want to adventure but have no nature to do so. This and Sprinting can be the best when you want to escape into your body and mind. For me at least. The gentle hum of the nightlife on the tips of your ears as you lay down way up high or somewhere far away on a roof, on a grassy hilltop, or in a field, broken from exhaustion high as a kite, it's quite elevating.
I don't know about anyone else but being high is a motivator of physical activity for me. It makes me want to use my body to it's breaking point. For all you stoned sprinters who know what I mean, all you athletic potheads, the feeling of weightlessness, only feeling the fluid movement of your body cascading through motion, crisp oxygen trafficking in and out of your respiratory system, the breeze against your cheeks and through your hair, you know that almost euphoric feeling I mean. That feeling is what really makes me love marijuana.