Mountains are my destination whenever I feel the calling of the road. There is something about them that are spiritual and give me a sense of serenity. Maybe it is also a need to get away from the masses that is life in the northeast. It is hard to know exactly why. Others on the east coast flock to the miles and miles of beaches for their relief, but, for me, it offers little attraction unless I am there at sunrise or sunset shooting images.
It is interesting to me that mountains were created through very violent collisions of the Earth’s tectonic plates, yet they provide such peace and solace. Many Native American tribes have cultures that believe in and pay respect to the spiritual nature of mountains. I mention Native Americans as, that if family history is to believed, I may have some Indian blood in me. So maybe I am channeling those inherited beliefs.
Sorry to get all philosophical today. When I sat down to write this post, I was going to talk about the mountain range along this portion of the Alaskan coastline, and talk about how insignificant and humbling it feels when being in such a wonderful place.