This summer I’m heading to the mountains. Of course I am.
The mountains that, when filled with snow, fill my heart with joy. The mountains that, each winter, I consider my playground. The mountains that — even on a frosty day, even on a windy day, heck, even on a truly lousy day — seem filled more with possibility than with peril.
That last element — more possibility than peril — is the secret to the lure of the mountains winter, spring, summer or fall, which, I should whisper in your ear, is the title of a film marketed as a romance. Because for me — and if you picked up this magazine and read to the very last page, for you as well — the mountains are the setting of a lifetime romance, as James Taylor reminded us in a song titled “You’ve Got a Friend.” Let me help you recall the lyrics:
Winter, spring, summer or fall