One year ago, Jas and I returned from a place I’d never been in this world. It wasn’t just Whistler or Canada, but the mountains. Of all the places I’ve been and lived, I’d never spent any time in the mountains.
Sure, it was my honeymoon and that adds to the nostalgia, but there’s something to be had by spending time in one of mother nature’s most spectacular venues. Over billions of years she pushed trillions is tons of rock a mile and a half into the sky. The ice melt has carved deep canyons that are home to the wildlife of British Columbia. The trees have come and gone, but there are still millions of evergreens covering every inch of the mountainside they can spread their roots; climbing all the way up to where the air is too cold and dry to allow them to grow.
You see lots of landscape photographs of various mountain ranges and they’re beautiful. However, nothing compares to actually being there, just above the tree line, with the panorama of peaks and seeing it yourself.
In our modern, live beyond your means in a concrete jungle, society, it’s a wonder there is so much untouched space out there. Developers literally move hills and mountains to make their buck. If not for the uninhabitable places on this planet, would there be anything left to marvel at like the mountains of British Columbia? I think not. Take a drive down PCH through Laguna Beach, CA and look at the houses hanging off cliffs. It’s like they’ve grown legs to stand there. Why? Just ’cause they can.
Take a trip. Go somewhere wild where man has had little or no impact on God and Mother Nature’s art. You might be surprised at how you’ll hold on to that experience.
I know you were hoping for a photo update on Autumn… sorry to disappoint. They’ll be up later.
