I love the mountains. I love the crisp mountain air that seems to cleanse your lungs as you breathe it in. I love the smell of earthy-rocks, pine trees, and wild flower meadows. I love how small I feel in the midst of such greatness and beauty. I love how physically close God feels to me when I'm perched on a boulder, feet dangling, taking in the surrounding beauty.
I am born and raised in the plains of Kansas, but for whatever reason the mountains have always felt like HOME to me, and I am getting home-sick.
These Pictures are from Geoff's and my 10th anniversary trip in 2010