Do you love the mountains? I do. I crave them. Sometimes I find myself daydreaming about them. That’s a strange thing to do isn’t it?
When I was growing up, we didn’t take a lot of vacations. I don’t mind that… we had amazing summers anyway… But… the summer after my freshman year in high school we went on a road trip. The goal was to travel to Arizona to visit my aunt and uncle. The plan was to camp some of the nights. Can you imagine a van packed full of camping supplies, food, luggage, and the grumpy teens it all belonged to? Ha!
But I had a good time. I think we all did…
We were in Colorado when I saw it. We were driving a little slower to enjoy the scenery. We made a slight turn and there before my eyes was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. A green valley surrounded by the most beautiful mountains. The trees that lined it it were the most lovely… aspens and pines!! In the center was a clear blue pond, horses were wandering, content with their life. Off to the side was a small home. My heart felt as though it might burst with wonder and joy!! Tears filled my eyes and in that moment I knew exactly what I wanted in my life. I could see it all before me.
I saw myself, married with a child, living in that home. I tiptoed at night in my log cabin to sing to that child. I walked my valley barefoot in a flowing white dress. I rode my horses as my hair flowed freely behind me, and my heart soared with joy at the freedom I felt. I could see every detail of that life.
In my mind I lived in that gorgeous valley for the rest of the summer… and many times since. But I never have returned.
After all these years, if I close my eyes I can still see it as clearly as I did on that day. And it still brings tears to my eyes.
Do you love the mountains? I do. I crave them.