hiking and mountains

I’ve got it in my head that I need to go see the mountains this year. Every so often I get the inner calling to return to mountains and climb on ’em.

Now, when I say that I am in the habit of going to mountains whenever I begin to grow hazy about the eyes, and begin to be over conscious of my lungs, I do not mean to have it inferred that I ever go to the mountains as a skiier. Or a daytime shuffler. I want to spend at least a couple of days on them, walking up and down for hours at a time.

I want to get my fill so I don’t feel the call for another year.

I was born surrounded by mountains, doomed to live in the great plains, urged to perform my Hajj by the soul.

Mostly I think they’re neat.

I think I want to see either the Rockies or the Smoky mountains this year.