I grew up in the flatlands of Canada, so didn’t see my first mountain until I left home and traveled in Mexico, at 21.
It was love at first sight.
Mountains are so much a part of me that I was married on a mountain, at Whistler’s Our Lady of the Mountains Church.
Now I live near the Oregon-California border, surrounded by mountains, I wake every morning to the sight of snow-dusted peaks.
My gratitude soars.
Life in 5 lines or less© is written Saturdays, only miles from the lava cone of Mt. McLoughlin, a volcanic peak of the Cascades.