John Muir said it first, but I’m feeling it too, right now. The mountains are calling.
I thought about my campground the other day, and the giant sequoia I share a campsite with. I miss that tree. I can’t wait to live with it again. I can’t wait to hug it.
I talked to my California co-worker last night. He said the weather at 4,000 feet is lovely, with the feeling of the first day of summer in the air. He said come on out. He said if the campground isn’t open yet, I’m welcome at his place.
The mountains are calling. Soon I will go. Soon I will finish scoring student responses to standardized-test science prompts. Soon I will hit the road, excited to see what is around each corner and curve. Soon I’ll put on my drab, brown, polyester-blend uniform and greet the people, the nice ones and the ones who are behaving badly.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
While researching this post, I can across an article on the story behind this quote. You can read the story here: http://www.toplinemagazine.com/2014/06/01/the-story-behind-muirs-famous-the-mountains-are-calling-quote/.