From my office window, I can see the San Gabriel Mountains in the distance on clear days.
Now and again I sit at my computer and type whatever thoughts the view conjures up, stopping to look at their peaks. From far away, their tops give the allure of adventure to be lived, yet harbor mysteries that can frighten one to the very core.
On some days, the mountains stir my imagination beyond reason. I imagine some alternate universe up there, since they’re so far away. Other days, they’re simply my mountains of imagination stirring up dreams.
We humans have proven over and over that we need something more, something big, like the mountaintops. Something awe inspiring.
Mountains have forever shaped human lives in ways profound. They’ve changed the weather — from green to frigid. They have forced us to travel around them – fear them. And we continue to be inspired by them. Mountains have driven us to conquer them, to test our determination; and yet, they keep calling.
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”
― John Muir