There is just something about that mountain. Thoreau had his favorite birch tree, but I have a mountain. My introduction to it came as a young teen with a gang of older boys on a wild trip through the woods to that special place. There was a forestry tower on top, and it was still manned at that time. Sometimes I would take a date for a hike there. I wouldn’t climb the forestry tower out of fear of heights, but the ranger was willing to supervise the girl’s climb so she could get to appreciate the view.
I was middle-age before I had the intestinal fortitude to climb that tower, for even at the base of the tower, one is looking at a drop-off of hundreds of feet. Every year I take groups of individuals to that spot to enjoy what I’ve loved and experienced over the years.
Maybe you could join us. We snowshoe it every February. In one particular spot, we actually tie a rope so people can pull themselves up a stretch of about 200 feet. Coming down is a thrill.
Homeland Security built a communication tower on top. To build it, they had to bulldoze a very steep road on the other side of the mountain. Some friends actually took us jeeping to the top, using Homeland Security’s trail.
There’s another place that has my heart and I haven’t even experienced it yet. The name of that place is heaven. My soul aches because I so desire to take as many people there as I can.
and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. This inheritance is kept in heaven for you,
Some day we could all gather there and what a view.
Think about it.
Gary