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Dec 10: Mountains

on 9 December, 2015

december-photo-list SmallI’ve recently started watching the television show “Parks and Recreation” at the suggestion of The Kid. One of the, well, let’s just say ‘not so smart’ characters announced that he was moving to Kansas to climb mountains. As most people are aware, there are no mountains in Kansas… it is almost as flat as Iowa. Makes it good to grow stuff, like wheat and corn and prairie grass.

Well, I live close to Kansas in Missouri. And guess what? Missouri is pretty damned flat too. Especially where I live in Kansas City. In fact, when I worked in Lee’s Summit, I found out why it was named such. When the railway laid tracks from St. Louis to Kansas City, the highest point in there was at Lee’s Summit… a grand total of 1040 feet. Yes, you read that right… a lousy thousand feet. So suffice it to say, no mountains in Missouri either.

So, to actually be able to show you a mountain that I photographed, I would have to go back to when I lived in California. At the very least. Actually it is one of the places that I miss so about living in Missouri now. The Kid and I actually used to go to Sierra National Forest/Kings Canyon National Park in eastern California in the Sierra Madre Mountains all the time. Like four to ten times a year. We would go camping or hiking or sledding… a ton of things. We loved the one (of only three) groves in the world of Giant Sequoia trees (the other two being in Marin County in northern California and the third is in Japan!) We loved the caves and the snow in winter and the lakes and streams and I could go on and on.

The mountains and the Pacific Ocean were the two things that kept me grounded and humbled when things tended to get overwhelming with life and all those little details. I could sit on the beach and watch the waves roll in for a couple of hours. Or sit on a rock at the edge of a canyon and watch the sun set over miles and miles of breath taking forests. Sit next to a campfire and listen to the night sounds in front of a tent with my bestest little guy and just be.

It has been over eleven years since we left California and there isn’t a week that goes by that I don’t want to just jump into the car and drive up to the mountains and breathe the fresh air. It used to be about four hours away… now it would take a couple of days to get back to our spot.

SCAN0057Okay, so not exactly a photo of a mountain, it is a photo of “our” mountains – The Kid and mine. We will make it back someday… soon.



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