Generations over time have been blessed with these views.
Imagine that you and your family are in an ox drawn wagon about to cross the mountains.
I often wonder about these things, as my research in history revealed some extreme battles by the settlers to cross the mountains with their ox carts. Surely, they have seen the intimidating sights of the high and rough mountain peaks. But cross it they did by investigating the paths of the big buck tracks that led across the mountain. Then it was a big job with pick and shovel to widen the buck paths for the wagons to fit in. In some sections they even had to draw the oxen and the wagons up by ropes.
So now these days, we have a nice and wide tarred mountain pass, to cross with a car, with nary a thought about the battle of the old timers.
An Egyptian Goose below was my message that bad weather was on the way.
And for sure, as the wind speed increased, it started chasing the clouds in.
This below was the scene when we stopped back home.
Intermittently, the sun peeped through the gaps in the clouds.
Sunset arrived and I thought that maybe the wind would clear the clouds away.
But no go, as you can see below that clouds won the battle and a bit later it started to rain.
So, let's imagine a little more. The year is 1754, and you have to travel many miles in an oxcart on your way to the mountains. There are no roads, and you have to cross deep rivers and knee-deep mud in many wetlands. At night the roar of lions and the bark of hyenas lull you to sleep. A hard and tough life and they looked at the same mountains that you see in here. The mountains hold many secrets, and they whisper some of them to me sometimes when a soft wind crosses their peaks. I am even convinced that I can hear a baby crying at times. But then again, it is only my imagination, as the wind makes its sounds through the pine trees.
I hope you have enjoyed the picture story.
Photos by Zac Smith-All Rights Reserved.
Camera: Canon PowershotSX70HS Bridge camera.
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