The Grandview Barn on Stowe Hollow Road |
Mountains or Oceans.... the oh-so-important question asked of many outdoor enthusiasts and single folk swiping on dating profiles. For a long time, I was a die-hard no questions asked ocean person. But as time goes by, I can't deny that there's this magnetic pull to the mountains. And this attraction? It's pulling me a little harder into the woods than into the water these days.
The more time I spent on mountains, the more I started to crave the way my calves burned on a hike, the bittersweet feeling of setting up your tent in the dark, and the absolute quiet that comes with being alone on a far away trail.
These days, I want to be on a peak with my dog, I want to steal sweaty kisses from someone on a summit, I want to sit on a rock and eat my smooshed sandwich and warming craft beer - items that taste so much better at elevation. I want to see the view above the treeline and find the nearest brewery once the bags and the dog have been loaded back into the car.
The more time I spend in the mountains, the more these scales start to shift. Jagged peaks and densely wooded trails have become just as important to my happiness as a rugged coastline.
Stowe Gondola, Stowe Mountain Resort |
To be fair, I don't need the Rocky Mountains or 14,000 footers to find my footing - our mountains here in New England are always beautiful, can certainly be challenging, and are often underrated. Let me camp in the Berkshires, wander in the Whites or hike in the Greens - that always does the trick.