Some thoughts, mainly random rantings. I was 23 when I started this blog, and as time goes on some thoughts will remain the same, some views may change when I am no longer the observer but actually the performer, in this play that is life. These thoughts simply reflect a bit of the chaos that plays through my mind every day as I take a moment to observe the little details that I encounter along my path.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
About the trip
I guess that I simply wanted to talk about the mountains.
The quiet beauty of nature.
The air is so clean and fresh in the mountains and the rivers are crystal clear and beautiful. One wonders about the term crystal clear, but the water flowing over those grey rocks with the sun glistening on the surface, One can simply imagine Nature wearing her jewelry with pride.
I loved sleeping at the camp, listening to the sound of the water flowing by the creek all night, even though the ground was hard, the water lulled me to sleep.
The feeling of waking up in the cold fresh mountain air so far from home is exhilariting!
I guess that they called the waterfall laurel falls because of the beautiful laurel trees with white flowers growing along the path.
I wish that everyone can experience the calmness of the mountains, to think of these beautiful mountains being moulded and shaped by a magestic hand, with the rivers carefully etched into its sides,
Maybe if everyone can experience the mountains then people would become less mean and stop hurting the world.
The waterfall was so inviting, one simply wanted stand in that cold crisp mountain water, I smiled as I was climbing it and saw the strong tree roots sticking out like a helping hand telling me to hold on.
The quiet beauty of nature.
The air is so clean and fresh in the mountains and the rivers are crystal clear and beautiful. One wonders about the term crystal clear, but the water flowing over those grey rocks with the sun glistening on the surface, One can simply imagine Nature wearing her jewelry with pride.
I loved sleeping at the camp, listening to the sound of the water flowing by the creek all night, even though the ground was hard, the water lulled me to sleep.
The feeling of waking up in the cold fresh mountain air so far from home is exhilariting!
I guess that they called the waterfall laurel falls because of the beautiful laurel trees with white flowers growing along the path.
I wish that everyone can experience the calmness of the mountains, to think of these beautiful mountains being moulded and shaped by a magestic hand, with the rivers carefully etched into its sides,
Maybe if everyone can experience the mountains then people would become less mean and stop hurting the world.
The waterfall was so inviting, one simply wanted stand in that cold crisp mountain water, I smiled as I was climbing it and saw the strong tree roots sticking out like a helping hand telling me to hold on.
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