The Rockies are just plain spooky. I don’t know what it is, the undescribable force that created them, the way the clouds hang around them, menacingly; even in the shining sun, the mountains seem like something only Stephen King could imagine. My heart races the entire time I’m there – inspired, terrified, thrilled, hypnotized by all they symbolize.
And at dawn, when most of us think of "newness and innocence", sunrise in the mountains is still a mystery for me.
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