I copied this from FaceBook and had to share. It speaks to my soul.
I have to agree with John Muir, Nature is a sacred place. It's where we go to repair our collective spirits, get back to our roots (no pun intended) and put everything into perspective. I do, however, like the word "hike." It makes me feel, as though I've, at least, got some exercise.
Just as an aside, "The Holy Ground" title of the post is a nod to another area that has been elevated in song, sea shanties mainly. It refers to the red light districts in port cities that house prostitutes. I don't saunter through these though, just sayin'.
The pictures? Places to saunter. They're not mountains, but they are closer to home. And in the Fall they are red leaf districts. :)