Anyone else experience this? Maybe it’s not mountains for you. Maybe it’s ocean withdrawal. Or clean air withdrawal. Who knew that a particular geography and weather pattern could have so much of a hold on one’s mind? For me, NYC is just a big city. Weather there is just puddles on a sidewalk and harsh winds down the skyscraper wind tunnels. Colorado is a land, and weather here is snow and brisk rain and incredibly sunny days that reveal the whole front range peaked with white.
There’s really no competition. It gets in your system and every time you get a chance to come back and do some snowboarding and hiking, you start to wonder why you ever left.
Where’s your addiction?
I see that smile.
My grandparent’s farmhouse and the rolling prairies around it.
My mum’s house and just sitting on the porch looking at all the trees and mountains.