I’ve been fortunate to have lived, worked and traveled quite a bit across North America and Europe. There are so many amazing places in the world, but my heart always lifts and fills whenever I’m near the mountains. Big, bold, amazing mountains that reach into the sky and mock us for being so small.
The Teton Range was the first mountain range to really hit me with its wonder. I was in my mid-twenties, driving across the country when we drove into Grand Teton National Park and I became spellbound. I didn’t want to leave, but I had to. Three years later, I was married standing beneath them. Every time I visit the park, it’s like coming home. I could stare at those mountains forever and never get tired of the view.
Last summer we did a driving trip through the Canadian Rockies. We stopped in Glacier
National Park then headed up to Banff and over to Whistler before circling back home. Again, the mountains held me. My dream would be to live beneath a range that reminded me every day of exactly how small I am. Of how much more there is to the world than the muck we get caught up in every day.
I’ve never written a book set in the mountains and have no idea if I ever will. But dang I’d love to write beneath them. Of course I’d have to stop staring at them long enough to focus on my computer screen.
I haven’t seen the Alps, so those are on my hit list to visit some day. Or maybe the Himalayas, that would be so cool. Or… I could keep going, but the list would simply cover all the big mountain ranges in the world.
So where’s your spot that makes you sigh, relax and simply be?