Although I would not resort to eating mice in their own gravy, nor would I dance with a wolf, I too long for the frontier or what remains of it. My annual "Ghost In The Woods" solo camp is my remedy for the feeling you describe, and that I too feel. My soul exists in the forest but my body works in the bowels of the cities. They reconnect with great energy whenever I return to the woods and I do so often, in big ways and in small ways. This forum is one of the small ways.....still too far away to connect, but close enough to hear the song in the mists.