“One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak”
“The sun shines magnificently through the weathered trees who are sunk deeply into the mountain here on Newton Bald, Smokey Mountains. Miles away I can see the outline of more mountains standing still in the blowing wind. Between them and myself is a vast valley, one that I will hike around tomorrow.
The Smokey Mountain Spring is in the air and I can smell it on the breeze as it dances by my face. I have ached for spring; a warm, sunny day with flowers just sprouting on the forest floor. The soft mumblings of a mountain creek as it brings down the melting snow. Birds that had once gone south returning again to hang in the forests and meadows. Yes, I have ached for spring.
I have also ached for mountains. Any kind of mountains. Whatever or where ever they are so long as they make me feel small. Too often I feel too big, too in control. I need to be brought down to size. God gave us mountains to feel small. To show us how small we really are in comparison. As I look upon the Smokey Mountains, I feel small. How could I not? I can see for miles upon miles, yet if I needed help, if I were close to death, I would have none to call upon to come to my aid. No, I would just have God. The wilderness is a place where I go to see how small I am compared to God; to truly see that I am nothing without the Good Lord’s grace. I need the wilderness to see this for this refreshes my soul.”
–Excerpt from my journal on March 15, 2013