This man touched my soul at a very young age with his writing. He inspired me.
Perhaps it was he who left the touch of wanderlust that remains. I know he inspired the need for solitude in deep forests, sitting by rushing rivers and having magic mountains in my field of vision. I’m eternally grateful for his existence.
There is far too much foolishness in the world around me at times. So much so that it robs me of peace and the sublime pleasure of contentment.
Escaping to the mountains is the perfect medicine for me. Sitting quietly in a meadow, surrounded by these magnificent witnesses to history, refills my think-tank, re-energizes my soul and rekindles my dreams.
I keep this pic on my phone. It reminds me of the blissful peace I enjoyed with my friend at Bear Lake in June.