No silly, not that one, though I will claim it once I climb it with the fabulous four.
I love the mountains. There's something to be said about wide open spaces and of course the coast has a special place in my heart, but the mountains call deep in the soul. You know what I mean?
My mountain. I love the way the sun sets across the river below. The way the sun clings to the edge of the day just beyond the trees.
My sweet son reminded me that I promised him once he was potty trained we would climb our mountain. That will make for an interesting day, but a promise is a promise, so when the air cools a little we'll find a trail to hike up. Now the telling of that journey is a blog you won't want to miss.