We had a beautiful sunrise recently. Our winter winds are finally calming down on some days so I could take aerial photos.
Back around the winter solstice, the sun appeared to the far right in this landscape at sunrise. And it appeared about 1.5 hours later than it does now!
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?
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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.
Then, we caught up with each other via email. I enjoy hearing about her family because I spent so much time with them as a kid and teenager. They were like a second family to me, although they were very different from my family.
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.