To a person sitting quietly at home, Rocky Mountain traveling, like Rocky Mountain scenery, must seem very monotonous; but not so to me, to whom the pure, dry mountain air is the elixir of life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The Rocky Mountains realize - nay, exceed - the dream of my childhood. It is magnificent, and the air is life-giving.
A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts. And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching.
The cliche is that life is a mountain. You go up, reach the top and then go down.
All of life is peaks and valleys. Don't let the peaks get too high and the valleys too low.
The very air in which you live is an inspiration.
When you're climbing at high altitudes, life can get pretty miserable.
The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things beyond the reach of all personal feeling, almost beyond the reach of life. Yet such things are a part of our life, neither the least noble nor the most terrible.
Highest of heights, I climb this mountain and feel one with the rock and grit and solitude echoing back at me.
In Wyoming, the beauty of our mountains is matched only by the grit of our people.
Western Nebraska is the only place in all my travels where I have seen the dust blowing and the rain falling at the same time.