In spring the mountain streams run fast with water let loose from the soil as the sun melts winter's frozen grip.  There is something about the sound of rushing water that refreshes the spirit and makes one want to take their shoes off and wade.

Early summer mornings often find clouds hanging in the valleys below as you climb above the trees to a higher place.

There are days, when the sun still warms the soul and all the trees are aflame with crimson and gold, that the soul just cannot help but reflect on the playful days of the summer just past and the glorious beauty that surrounds as the season finishes with a flare.

There is no peace more serene than that found in the deep snow on a Mountain trail.  Even the most mundane of paths is transformed into a winter wonderland when the snow falls deep in the Whites.