ah mountains. mountains mountains mountains mountains. my friends i am a mountain man by nature. my spirit connects with mountains. not beach so much, unless mountains are nearbythen maybe the mountains would be magnified by the beach.
i've only been one place where mountains and beaches are within a few miles of eachother...santa barbara, CA. home. i knew it should be home as soon as we pulled in on the 1 at sunrise. too bad the yuppies got a hold of it and drove the prices up.
my point is; please stop. i am asking you to please, stop mentioning mountains, and rivers, and deer, and elk, and trees, and canyons, and snow, and sunsets, and antelope, and hiking, and bighorn sheep. i have never been so conscious of how far these things are from me. mind you, a river does run through fort worth and the sun does set here, however, in experience they are hardly comparable to real rivers and sunsets. so please do not speak of these things.
i am afraid of watching the movie "into the wild." i saw the trailer for it and that was enough. i'd probably forsake everything i'm doing here for fresh mountain air and aspen trees.
then again, perhaps for that reason i should watch the movie.
in an odd way i feel better when i think fort worth as my egypt and school as my bondage. though i believe i will look back on it as a sweet time.
i just wish it had a beautiful setting complete with virtually untouched wilderness and marmots.
have you ever heard a marmot? the noise they make is freakish. if they don't know you're around they'll call to each other. about every 30 seconds one will emit a single, extremely high-pitched beeping/squeaking sound like sonar to the max. it's most impressive around alpine lakes when the sound echoes and off of the surrounding rock faces.
some serious mountain-dwelling-time will soon be necessary if i'm gonna maintain mental homeostasis.
if anyone wants to camp and hike south colony lakes (THE most beautiful place i've ever been) this summer hit me up.
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