I hear ya. The crushing feeling for me is around January, when driving for a family member or a friend's kids birthday party, and I see the crisp mountain on the side of the freeway, no pollution, with dusting of the rare snow in SoCal. As if nature is taunting, teasing and mocking me, like Nelson from the Simpsons Ha-Haa. The mountains have fresh snow, no footprints yet, and where are you going? to a child's birthday party, to see friends with little left in common, eat cake instead of burning calories, sit in traffic instead of sit on a tree log, watch caffeinated screaming children instead of spying on the squirrels, Blue Jays and the elusive big horn sheep and mule deer, listen to go-nowhere conversations about the horrors of politics, economy, and job market, instead of the chirping bird calls and the predator hawks circling.
It's just the way it is.
Competing priorities. A home has chores. A spouse needs attention. Income requires the exchange of workplace time for money. Some form of social connections requires maintenance on the existing Fam/Friends relationship, in addition to Liking their comments on Facebook.
It would be ideal if my wife was into trail life style, and would be nice if my friends were also hikers, or if my job didn't anchor me down to a farting roller chair. But that's where I am.
I plan ahead for windows of opportunity on the calendar. reserve my time in advance. heavily bribe the oppressor to go easy on the veto card.
Trail buddy is nice to have, but I plan EVERYTHING as a solo trip, no equipment sharing. People flake often, and I've planned a lot time for this to be derailed by others.
And lately I've just gone to play among the trees even with lousy weather. I intentionally got an SUV for mud and snow, and tire cables, because I hear the call of the wild, and it's taunting me. HA- HAA.