For a long time, I wondered if I was a mountains girl or an oceans girl.
Now that I live 20 minutes from literally some of the best beaches in the county (I’m talking white sand, emerald green water) I think I can safely say I am a mountains girl.
There’s this feeling you get when you are at the top of a mountain, and you look down and everything is small. You feel wild, untouchable and free with a heavy dose of accomplishment. It’s this untamed beauty that leaves you with the most wonderful sense of perspective.
Every summer, I end up missing the mountain in New Mexico and listening to campfire music while looking out over the plains. While Philmont overall wasn’t always sunshine, those are some of my fondest memories. I still listen to an audio recording I made sometimes.
I’m hoping to be able to get back up to New England this fall and do at least a little bit of hiking. I’m sure I will complain nearly my entire way up the mountain, but the view at the top will be worth it.