I've lived beneath these stately mountains my whole life. That is with the exception of the four years I lived in Cleveland. During that time period I missed them more than I missed my mother and I love my mother.
When we first moved to Cleveland I learned really fast that I got all of my bearings from those jagged peaks that were always by my side. Suddenly, in this mountainless city I was now residing in, I found myself continually getting lost every time I drove out of my driveway. I ripped up a map one day coming home from the hospital. It took me forever to figure out which way was North! I finally learned to pay attention to the sun, but forever I was always looking for a mountain to give me direction.
The other day I was at the Junction. Then I noticed it. A Quote boldly displayed there in the front of the Solomon Center.
"The mountains are the means;
The man is the end.
The idea is to improve the man,
Not to reach the top."
~Walter Bonatti
A couple of years ago we started a fall tradition. We like to take a hike to the top of big Ben. It's a rocky kind of love. 9,712 feet of it! And yes it improves me.
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