The Mountains, Get in Your Blood

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Many people don’t understand my love of the mountains.  It takes a kindred spirit to comprehend what the mountains can do for your own mental well being.  I have met a few, like Allison of Pinetown’s First Lady Living Life in Lassen County in the White House.  Then today, I met another kindred spirit, in person.  Another mountain person transplanted to the flatlands of Texas.

 

It was kind of funny how we got on the subject.  I was installing a new kitchen faucet for them, and we got to talking about their Chihuahua.   Of course I had to show them Chihuatude, from there I showed them this blog.  They told me they were from the mountains of New Mexico, and had lived in a small town near the Taos area.  Well of course I had to say that my Mother lived in Questa, and the look on their face was wonderful.  They had lived not far away, in an area just the other side of Red River, at the base of Bob Cat Pass. 

 

We got to talking about Colorado, and all the places they had been.  Then of course we had to discuss how much we all missed the mountains.  There is something completely comforting about having the majestic mountains surrounding you.  It’s hard to explain, but there is that subconscious security blanket, at least for me, in the mountains.  The fresh clean, somewhat thin, air that seems to rejuvenate my spirit.  The absolutely beautiful scenery, and breathtaking vistas.  Even the deceptively severe cold is something I miss.

 

I wish it were possible to go visit more often, but it has been so long, nearly 2 years since I have been to New Mexico, and it seems a little longer since I went back to Colorado.  With the slow economy, I have to be careful about my spending, just like everybody else.  I guess one of these days, I’m just going to have to figure out how to save up the money for a week long trip.  That way I can go back home, and come back through New Mexico.

 

For now I will just have to keep dreaming of my mountains, and letting my memories take me home.


Quote of the Day:
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
--Kahlil Gibran

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19 comments:

Margot Is Your Hero said...

I understand you 100%. I live in NJ, but spent so much of my childhood in Maine with my grandparents and because of that I have always had a fascination with the mountains. I love seeing them, climbing them, just being near them. They allow me to feel more connected to nature, and perhaps more connected to myself.

I wish I could live on a mountain, or even just amoungst them even though I love living on the shore.

Lilly's Life said...

Hi Eric, I guess the great thing is at least you have got to experience living where you did - a lot of people never leave the towns they were born in. I do hope that you get to go back and visit someday soon. Meanwhile it was great to run into someone who felt the same way. Have you ever visited Robin Easton's website and blog www.nakedineden.com? Robin is in New Mexico and spent 10 years in the Aussie rainforest. I am an avid follower of her blog and something tells me you would love her writing too!!. She is an environmentalist and can move mountains. Take Care.

June Saville said...

Hi Eric
Writing about something you miss does help ...
Your post had me thinking of why I have been writing about Sydney, my home town, on 70 Plus.
You know how they recommend writing a letter to someone about something that is troubling you and maybe never posting it?
Same thing eh?
June in Oz

confused said...

June has a good point..I know the feeing you have though there is just something special about a certain place that always sticks with you..

LceeL said...

I have often said that the one thing that Chicago is missing that would make it perfect - is mountains.

redchair said...

Hi Eric,
I loved your post and I’ve always loved the mountains also. They just envelop us.
But- I identify with ‘the feeling’ more as applied to the oceans.
As an adult I’ve always lived close the Pacific . You know, it never fails to take my breath away and calm. Just to look at the expanse and majesty as it roars an
endless symphony is overwhelming. Maybe it’s singing to the splendor of the Rocky Mountains that border it, huh?
Vikki

tashabud said...

Hi Eric,
If only I could move the Rocky Mountains into your backyard right now, I would. Just for you.

I sense that spirits of the mountains are pulling you, so strongly, toward them and they're not gonna give you a slack untill you pay homage to them.

Hope you get to go soon.

Tasha

Kel said...

Probably the only thing that's allowed me to keep some sanity out here is the closeness of the Sierra's. The foothills are only a 3-hour drive away and Lake Tahoe is only about 45 minutes further.

And then there's Yosemite Valley, which is only a 5-hour drive away and is a truly intensely beautiful glacial valley in the Sierras. Randy and I have backpacked into the mountain wilderness areas that surround the valley many times and it always refreshes my spirit to climb to the top of mountain peak and sit just beneath (and occasionally above) the clouds.

Eric S. said...

@ Margot, That's exactly what it is. They allow me to feel closer to nature, and I guess my spirit than anywhere else. Your lucky to be living on the coast. I have only been to an ocean three times in my life. Once at Mustang Island in the gulf, Once in California, both as a young boy. Then once to Myrtle Beach when I was in AIT in the army.

@ Lilly, it was nice. The job I was doing only took about 20 minutes. luckily it was the end of the day because I ended up spending almost 3 hours there talking with them. I'll get back home sooner or later, I just hope it's sooner. I did go by her site. I like it and have added her to my list. She writes so wonderfully.

@ June, Yes it does. there is something relaxing about writing about the mountains. I feel like I get a certain amount of release when I do. I have a niece that lives in Sydney, and she just loves it down there.

@ Confused,Yes indeed, there is something special there. I guess it's just home, a simple word with so much feeling.

@ Lou, You may be right, but I bet there are things there you can't get anywhere else.

@ Vikki, that is exactly the feeling I get from the mountains. I like that singing it's symphony to the splendor of the Rocky Mountains

Tashabud, I wish you could move them down here. Their spirit always calls to me, for my spirit is connected solidly to them. There is a tie that will never ever be broken.

Kel, I envy you for that. I can imagine the beauty of the Sierras, but have never been there. That will have to be one of those places to go on my list. It's funny you talk about their spirit talking to you, and that I understand completely what you mean.

I miss those days when I could go up to Democrat Lincoln or Bross and sit above the clouds and just gaze upon the billowy ocean of white. It really left me with the feeling of being on top of the world, and above all my simple minute problems.

carrot quinn said...

Hey stranger- I just found your blog, and it is wonderful. You're a sort of nature writer, like myself. Check out my blog if you get a chance- carrotquinn.blogspot.com

-Carrot

the walking man said...

Having spent many nights on the heaving ocean when I was younger I had to wait to see mountains. Once I went to them and sat among the towers I too developed an affinity for the serene.

Tabby @ ♥I Choose Bliss♥ said...

I've live in New Orleans all my life with the exception of the past three years. But, I so want to travel and see the beauty of mountains.

Thank you for finding my blog and allowing me to enter yours. :)

Liara Covert said...

I can relate to the priceless experience you describe in relation to mountains. I recently took a train through the Rocky Mountains. I have also hiked through similar terrain and find what I feel surrounded by nature very difficult to describe. My senses tell me things that are not translatable into words. My body enables me to connect with people who have had similar experiences.

Eric S. said...

Hi everybody, I just got home from hunting. Sorry for not responding to your comments sooner, but there just isn't anywhere out there to log in.

@ Carrot, welcome to my blog. I'll go over and check yours out.

@ The Walking Man, I bet the waters give you a sense of serenity also. For me nothing can beat the mountains and their majesty.

@ Tabby, Thanks for the visit, I like your site. If you get the chance, check out the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.

@ Liara Covert, The feeling I get from the mountains, especially those of my home, are difficult to describe. Very much like you say, the senses come alive, yet its totally indescribable.

malone8 said...

As a flatlander from Florida thanks for the view.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

Jana said...

That is a great photo. I never understood the appeal of the mountians until we moved to Lassen County 10 years ago. Now, I would never trade living here for the valley again.

Eric S. said...

@ Malone8, Thank you very much. I hope you enjoyed the view.

@ Jana, The mountains have an addictive element to them. Once you catch that mountain bug, there is no cure. I hope to get home one day soon.

soulmerlin said...

Yes ~ I am a mountain person also. For me it is the Yorkshire Dales. Rough country and amazing air. I've always loved hillwalking.

But then again...any countryside in our small overcrowded island that is not covered by concrete and tarmac is Heaven to me. :)

henry

Eric S. said...

Henry, You are so lucky to have those hills. I almost got to go to England when I was overseas, but just missed out. I spent a lot of time in the mountains of Germany though.

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