Once we actually moved near my grandparents, I never wasted an opportunity to explore a river, creek, or mountain. I love the beauty of the mountains as I look out every window of my home.
Maybe it reminds me of my childhood, but there is something simple in the beauty of the mountains. When we lived in the city, my dad talked often of his home. I remember how excited he was when we finally moved back to his "home" when I was 10 years old.
Seth and Tia went hiking nearby a couple of weeks ago. It was a cold day, but the mountains are still beautiful in the middle of winter.
p.s. Mike figured out that blogger is having trouble using the updated version of internet explorer. So, that is why I could not upload any pictures. It still isn't fixed, so I'm using something different at the moment. Thanks for all the comments.