Matua Byron and his moment in time

Matua Byron decided to help extend on ideas by being more descriptive, see if you can picture and infer where he is.

On a regular basis my family would remember times like that..
where my feet remember the sweet sticky sap entrenched in my toes,
where my legs remember the grueling struggle of those long hills,
where my body remembers the feeling of sweat racing down my back,
where my arms remember the snapping, crashing and crunching of branches beneath my fingers,
where my hands remember the soft sway of tall green grass,
where my face remembers the smell of the open sea breeze,
my mind remembers a time of being young and able to climb like that.