I have always loved the simple quote by explorer John Muir; “The mountains are calling and I must go”. The quote comes from a letter Muir sent to his sister. It came just after a long trip in the mountains and just before he headed back out into the mountains. Why was he so compelled to head into these mountains? I think I know the answer, but it won’t make much sense unless you feel the same way.

If you have ever seen a bugs flying towards a light, it’s kind of like that. Just the site of mountains or even big hills can cause my mind to focus just on them and my whole inner dialogue says: “I want to go there”. It’s a feeling, it’s like love; you don’t always know why, but you just do. [Note to April: please do not reflect too hard on why you love me, as I feel you may reconsider.]

The neat part about this feeling is that it is genetic, like being a Jedi. I am drawn to the mountains like my father before me, and my son. Given a choice Liam will always choose the mountains. I really can’t blame him. I drove 2 hours just to see some big hills this past weekend. Milwaukee was just way too flat.

So my next actual post should be about mountains I guess. I am going to start hauling out some actual photos, on paper, to refresh my mind. That is the great thing about photos, they act as reminders for the brain. So many trips, so many great memories tucked inside of my aging brain. That is the reason for this blog; remember and share.

Coming soon: This place looks a lot like Middle earth…