“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God’s first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.”
I have a lot in common with the man quoted above when it comes to his philosophy on nature. Maybe one day I’ll have a wilderness named after me too… probably not. It would be fun to be buried in a place named for a person who I identify with. There happens to be a fitting peak too. Better not slide off the top though, that is somewhere I DON’T want to go.
Can you identify this peak? I’m sure you can.