As you read this, I'll be coming off of the terrain above, having spent four days walking the ridgeline of the Presidential Mountains in New Hampshire. (That's not my pic; I stole it and will post some of my own when I get a chance.)
These are the mountains of my childhood, rugged but low. It's a privilege to be able to come back to them on vacation.
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Somehow the mountains of our childhood stay with us long after we have forgotten everything else.
My mountains were the Rockies and I grew up at the foot of Pikes Peak. I still get a lump in my throat when I go home and see it again. My hometown has changed, but that old peak remains the same.
Hi Darlene -- I have at times had ambitions to hike Pikes Peak -- maybe someday I'll still get there -- on foot! Or not.
Yes -- the mountains endure. This was a tough trip: it's very hard for folks in the west to appreciate how rugged these small peaks can be. Photos eventually ...
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