Expedition

I’ve been to the majestic mountains of the Pacific Northwest. I’ve watched the sun set on the “purple mountain majesties” of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. I’ve flown over Everest in Nepal. But there is something uniquely beautiful about the mountains here in New England. I know. I know. Those of you living in the west call our mountains here hills. That’s okay. They are beautiful hills. Especially in the fall, when they look like they are on fire with the breath-taking colors of autumn.

Well, after all the snow we’ve been getting, we have all been going a little stir-crazy here in the house. So I decided to take Micah and Jazz to the mountains for a serious climbing expedition. I wasn’t sure if they would be up to the task but they conquered three peaks in less than a day. We came back exhausted but fulfilled. I love the different perspective you get when you seem to be standing on top of the world. What a day!

The only sad part of the day was when we contemplated the thought that in just a few months these mountains will be gone. But the sadness quickly faded as we only had to walk a few feet from the mountains into our local Starbucks, which happened to be in the same parking lot.

Next week we’ll conquer a mighty river. Or is that the local drainage ditch filled with snow melting off the sidewalks and streets?

-Rob