Sometimes I sleep and I dream of the mountains. Sometimes I wake up and my first instinct is to find the nearest trailhead. Sometimes I close my eyes, listen to music, and the rhythm sets my pace as I climb up a mountain in my daydream.  

Mountains have never ceased to amaze me and stun me with their everlasting, completely natural, unfathomable beauty. There is something so pure, so motivating, so incomprehensible about mountains and their magnitude and overall presence. 

A dream I have is to one day, own a small mountain shack in the great forests of Colorado, and hike amazing fourteeners with an Australian Shepsky. Just me, the mountains, and my dog. The thought gives me chills. 

Mountains will forever be apart of my existence and will forever hold a place in my heart.