Monday, August 22, 2011

To Each His Own, To Me A Mountain

Mountains...and lots of them.  Everywhere you looked there was another monstrous hill rising in front of you.  And behind you.  Left, right, front, back, 360 degrees of rock, coal, and trees. 

Pick up a rock and it doesn't exactly invoke wonder.  But pile it together with a few billion more rocks and you start to get lightheaded just by looking up in amazement.  Mountains are probably my favorite geographical phenomenon.  Something about the humbling feeling you get as you cast your gaze upward.  And upward.  God must've been showing off when He created them.  Each one is unique, holding a story and mystery all its own.  Have you ever hiked a mountain?  What about hiking a mountain with no trail to follow?  Kinda throws you off a bit.  You hear a waterfall, and would swear that it was atop this next little hill, only to discover that the water's cascading sound was echoing from the complete opposite side of the mountain.  It's adventurous, thrilling, and a little scary knowing how easily you can get lost if you wander too far off the trail. 

And the air, so pure and untouched by human pollution.  It's enough to make you dizzy if you breathe too deeply.  You know it's a high that's good for you though.  So breathe again.  And again.  Get as much of it as possible before climbing back down to the humid, polluted reality that we constantly breathe.


*Pictures of my favorite mountains on earth- The Blue Ridge Mountains that cross Sparta, NC*

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