Autumn Ridge

As they have each and every year, beautiful as they are to look at, when these leaves finally wither and fall, they’ll unobscure my view of Elk Mountain.

All winter, and for some of the Spring and Autumn, the mountain’s profile, sometimes illuminated with lights turned on for night skiing and snow making, is clearly visible beyond this ridge, ready for my viewing pleasure at any given moment.

The rest of the time? My gaze casts left toward sister hill South Knob, always visible throughout the year.

Always thought it kind of coincidental that the ski trails become prominent just around the time of year where my thoughts turn seriously toward skiing.

Of course, dog and I both know that The Hill is always there, and does not disappear just because we can’t see it. We have faith, which, to some, is “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1).