Great post! There is something deep deep within my soul that longs to be on or near a mountain. Every climbing experience I've had have been some of my fondest memories. I remember the feeling of awesome terror I felt while on a 14,000 ft mountain in colorado watching storm clouds black as the mouth of satan approach in the distance, but gracefully never pass over us.
Thank you!
"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home; that wildness is necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life." -John Muir
I agree about that fountain of life thing. Thanks for a great comment on my post, friend. I'm going to have to keep an eye on your blog.