My first trip to the mountains was on a church youth group retreat before I graduated high school. We took a 14-hour charter bus ride to Estes Park, Colorado and toured through the Rocky Mountain National Park. Hanging over the edge as the bus crawled around the curves nearly had me jumping out of my skin. And to this day I think back to our day of cliff rappelling as my first real-life faith lesson (which I failed miserably, but continue to learn from).
My next foray into the mountains came in a big way the day I left home in my car driving to Alaska. No person, driving solo for days in early spring over the ALCAN Highway, can say they've stayed sane. But Alaska grew on me and living within view of Mt. McKinley off and on for eight years gave me a great appreciation for the wonder and magnificence of the Earth and it's Creator.
Several years ago I got to travel with my family to Switzerland where we spent the day shadowed by the Matterhorn. It was beautiful and impossible not to marvel at it's grandeur as it slipped in and out of it's cover of clouds.
Now here I am living in Utah. My husband grew up in the mountains and feels out of place in wide open spaces. My 4-year-old is learning how to ski and I realize I'm now raising mountain boys. When I first moved here I thought for sure I'd never take the mountains for granted, but the day did come when I was driving down the freeway and was struck by the thought that I hadn't given the mountains any thought for longer than I could remember. And then the day came when I'd flown back to visit the land of my childhood, but only felt like I was "home" as I flew back over the Wasatch Range to land in Salt Lake City.
The mountains have come to mean a great deal to me? What impact have they had on you?