Takes My Breath Away

I grew up in the city with occasional forays out to the flat country land of Michigan.  I had seen corn and endless fields and I had seen building upon building, dust, dirt, decay and opulence.  What I had not seen until my mid twenties was grandeur.  It was the sight of the White Mountains in New Hampshire that took my breath away and turned me into a mountain junkie.  From that point on I visited mountains every year.  From the Rocky Mountains to the Smoky Mountains, I yearned to see those high peaks, lush coverings and deep valleys.  I thrilled to the marmots, mountain sheep and sudden storms that rumbled through and then quickly parted for the sun.  The waterfalls!  They call to me still.  Its something natural that was created, not by man, but by the Earth itself.  I look back to camping on a rustic hill outside of Littleton New Hampshire and waking up to see Mount Washington in the distance… it just takes my breath away.  There is something about the extraordinary 3-D of mountains and nature in general that tops technology every time.  To breathe the air, to touch the rocks and trees, to conquer a trail…these are things a person might never experience in their life these days.  Perhaps it is the contrast with everything that I grew up with and the promise of reinvention or even just flipping the coin to the other side of life.  Its a new start and a discovery of the grandeur of life, even my own life.

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Posted: Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

One Response to “Takes My Breath Away”

  1. aimee says:

    I grew up in the white mountains. I know and love them well. They inspired the same kind of awe and wonder in me and led me all over the world seeking the stillness of them. This image seems so familiar to me. It reminds of so many moments standing on overlooks in Vermont, New Hampshire, North Carolina. Those old mountains, deep with wisdom. Thanks for sharing your experience.

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