We consider this our back yard when we're camping in New Hampshire.
In a large campground that is often overrun with RVs in certain places, there is one loop we've found where the sites are large and private, no RVs allowed, and it has this brook running along the back of the site. After a long day of hiking, or on days where we just don't feel like hiking at all, we spend some time along the rocks, listening to the running water, watching the autumn leaves fall, and soaking up a few patches of warm sunlight.
If I had any wish at all, it's that we'd spend even more time in this spot. Really... why go driving around from one place to another when you can just spread out on a rock and soak up nature's beauty? No driving – no effort – no worries.
We were in this same spot one night, watching the stars in the opening of the canopy, when a large owl flew into a branch just over our heads only a few feet away. He regarded us for a while, as we did him. After a couple of minutes, deciding that we were way too big for dinner, he flew off silently. Since then, we have a new name for the brook.