West
When you get off the Kingston ferry, you can drive west along Highway 104. Soon you are in a forest. In front of you, is the great Olympic Mountain range. This is a young mountain range, rugged mountains that only the skilled or the foolish (sometimes both) will climb.
On the other side of the mountains is a temperate rainforest, and beyond that, the rocky and wild North Washington Coast.
The view, of course is spectacular. When the sun is out, you can soak up miles of scenery. When it rains, the closeness of the forest grounds you to its beauty.
One does not need religion to be have spirituality, although I believe it helps. The mountains, even when you do not see them, dominate the area. Their roots are deep. Even in the fog, you know they are there. There is nothing in the world like them, and if you listen to what you see, you can hear them calling to you.
Well written.
January 17, 2009 at 7:32 pm
Ah it’s a little like that where I used to stay in Murupara, New Zealand. Right next to the Ururewa Ranges. The place blanketed in mist inspired plenty of things in my writing, and my blog name.
January 17, 2009 at 7:40 pm
Hey Anthony… have you ever thought about trying your hand at writing? Based on the above, I think you might be pretty good at it.
Just a thought.
That was awesome BTW.
January 18, 2009 at 4:15 pm
Thank you all for your kind words.
January 18, 2009 at 6:21 pm
Beautifully written.
I still look up and expect to see white-capped, proud peaks rearing up above the landscape. It feels hollow without them, and I am disappointed every time I raise my head in the East.
January 19, 2009 at 7:02 pm