I drove from peak to peak. Estes Park down to Route 70. Long's Peak was fabulous. And the scenery on the way south...inspiring. I was taken by the pine trees, blue sky, and rocks. There's nothing about pine trees, sky and rocks that should be so impressive, yet... The rare deciduous tree among the pines brought flashes of orange into the landscape like a football uniform on a green field. October in Colorado. I hope to get back there again some year.
Fact is, mountains are impressive. The folks here on the plain of Passe-bois-d'orme make jokes about the folks who live up in the mountains. They say those 'mountain' people walk in single file no matter where they are 'cause they're used to walking down little mountain paths. And then there's the joke about how the cruel French masters forced the black slaves to haul dirt up there to make those mountains...on their backs...day after day...with no food...under the hot Haitian sun. We laugh at the joke 'cause people can't build a mountain. You just can't.
God did. Fourteen thousand feet of mountain...that's just Long's Peak. Just one of the amazing Rocky Mountains in a chain from Alaska to Mexico. What a Maker!
O God, you are my God, and I will ever praise you!
Missionary in Haiti.