Rocky Mountains, if I could sing a song to you it would be John Denver’s “Rocky Mountain High.” If I could write a majestic prelude it would be Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons.” Or I could photograph you in all your splendor. But having none of these abilities, I am only left with writing you a letter, a few chosen words to express my gratitude to you. You surely are one of the most beautiful places on this planet. I have seen many other sites in my travels, but always yearn to see you one more time.
That first time I saw you, it took my breath away. We drove the elevated highway to the town of Estes Park where we spent the night in the Hotel Stanley. Shivers only happened because of the snow that blanketed the hotel grounds; the only shiny thing was the moon shining down on the snowy mountain tops. Another day we wound our way to the top of Pike’s Peak for a view of the world that prompted the writing of “America the Beautiful.” We watched the sun set behind your white vistas as we said good-by to a wonderful holiday.
Surely God had us lowly people in mind when he formed you. He knew we needed to look to the mountains for strength.
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