As a child nothing excited me more than driving to the Adirondacks, cruising through the mountains and then, there it was…the lake! I had dream about a mountain last night…

“The wind was whistling through the tree tops. The snow was blowing across the meadows. The outcroppings of rock seem to move under the tremendous winds. The sky was gray and angry looking. That is where we lived”, I said. Continue reading Mountains Change Your Perspective →