Pt 2: Why do White people love Nature?

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We all know it. Whitey loves trees n shit. Outdoor activities are the most ostensibly hWhite thing to do.

When I got back from afghan and stopped in kyrgyzstan, the first thing I did was go to the biggest leaf pile and throw myself in it. Not drink. Not eat non-shit food. But swim in some beautiful yellow-and-red leaf sea. And even though I find myself normally afraid of things that the normal person would be afraid of, I've never felt a moment of hesitation about hiking/climbing, even if it's obviously dangerous.

My oldest friend J (RIP buddy) fucking loved rocks and geology. We would go hiking all the time and he would just nerd out about rock formations, and the history of it all. The man was a veritable savant on the subject.

My sister is working towards being a professional animal trainer/handler, and currently work at a doggy daycare.

But why? I can't figure it out. Is it because of our mixture with Neanderthals? Is it because we've been the only race to systematically tame our surroundings? Is it because we're the offspring of some weird nature spirit orgy that occurred some million years ago when Atlanteans started exploring Europe? Is it a Nordic/Germanic thing? Is it a combination of any of the aformentioned possibilities?

What is it that makes us so distinctly loving of the unspoiled world around us?