I wish environments were a little saner. Wild is fine, as long as the world reflects it. I’ve come across planets with temperature mood swings that can run more than 200F without storms, and they can bump that another 250 plus or minus. And a lot of those worlds were verdant, when they should be desolate with such harsh climates. I’m wrapping up a chapter in which I touch on the craziness of this a bit. 
I’m definitely there with the tech having spilled over into my suit storage capacity, and carrying a carpload of batteries and replenishment.
My fic has made me nostalgic for my “home” world I woke up on in August of 2016. I spent about a solid month exploring that sandbox, because it had so many marvels to find. My other friends were stunned to learn that, having moved on to explore their star systems and out into Euclid, and I would have been much richer faster if I’d just gone one planet over, to a barren world loaded with emeril. It’s long gone in my history, but I have coordinates for a world not too far down from it. Maybe this weekend I’ll make a return trip for a bit…