The mountains are calling me, and I must go. ~ John Muir
I woke up this morning feeling nostalgic for northern weather. Autumn is such a beautiful time of year up north. Here in Austin, not so much. Today should be in the high eighties and, since it rained, it will be humid. And sadly, I haven’t seen one leaf turn a shade of orange, red or yellow.
Michelle and I took a vacation to the Colorado wilderness this summer, when the weather was in the low seventies during the day and low forties at night. We camped near a beautiful alpine lake at 10,000 feet for a week. Snow was still on the ground in many places and the wildflowers were in bloom everywhere. There was nothing to do but hike, climb mountains, meditate and absorb the sights, smells and sounds of nature. Ahhh …
Colorado filled that need for northern weather, but it absolutely took my breath away. I find myself daydreaming of Colorado and the next time we make the trip to the mountains. The above picture was taken from the top of East Beckwith, looking north towards The Raggeds mountain range. With every step higher, the views opened up to utter magnificence and miles of mountains in all directions. I found myself being urged to climb them all.
Someday I will.
For now, it gives me comfort to escape the city – if only for a moment – and relive some memories. It was quite peaceful there, and I have more appreciation for the yogis and mystics who ascended mountains to commune with the gods.
It was nothing short of a transcendent experience.