We had a beautiful sunrise recently. Our winter winds are finally calming down on some days so I could take aerial photos.
As I looked at the sunrise from up high, I thought about the fact that it was my childhood best friend's birthday. Isn't amazing how many of us can remember the birthdays of childhood friends but can't remember everyday facts?
|Do you see the dirt road to the flatlands?|
I think that those early bonds stay with us for a lifetime because those people knew us at the beginning. My best friend had a black Lab named "Captain" who accompanied us on many walks in the woods. Now, the Runner's and my dogs are Labs... and I love them like she loved Captain.
I sent her the photos from her birthday sunrise in the Rockies, which is thousands of miles from her home both in distance and landscape.
As I ponder my childhood, I realize that I was destined to break free and go where my heart led me. These mountains are my home but my world couldn't be more different from where I grew up.
I love the freedom of having wilderness out my back door where I can track bears, lions, and moose to my heart's delight. I love the freedom of being able to ride my mountain bike out my back door with my Shyla by my side and continue on trails for hours without crossing a road. I love the freedom to be me - with no pretenses to meet the expectations of society.
Quite simply put - this mountain world of free spirits is where I belong.