“I'd rather live on the side of a mountain than wander through canyons of concrete and steel” Gareth Male, 30 years old Manhattan, Kansas, United States Power = 94 (Vote Weight = 78.93%) Loading... Occupation: X-ray/CT tech Website: http://www.listsofjohn.com/CompletionAll.php?M=GarethHampton A Few Words: "I guess he'd rather be in Colorado" Once the mountains have gazed into your soul, you are theirs, and they are yours. To be flung headlong into the throes of light-shades of nostalgic delirium… To ride the swell into the upper reaches of consciousness… To feel the reality your soul lives… To be… To exist… To live… To climb Flight of the Spirit Driving west on I-70, every passing minute brings me closer, plains passed by. The westering daylight drains, fades, dies. We hit Denver; Friday evening traffic flowing smoothly, caffeine-haze yellow lights glinting off the cars. Night beat, wheels still spinning, hours left to go, talk radio streaming through my brain. City limits left behind, now the foothill climb. Pushing the Pathfinder up to the Divide, curvy road, headlights cutting the black; rock walls watch. Eisenhower Tunnel: flying the haze-white portal. Denver was caffeine, Eisenhower is a pot of burnt coffee. Coasting down past drowsy Silverthorne, the going feels easy now. Into the high country dark, the mountains hugging close again. Gotta stop for a sec. Exit at Officer’s Gulch and climb out. The cool air hits me. There it is, that wonderful high country evergreen sent filling the air, like a terrestrial visit to heaven. That beautiful scent fills up my senses. I’m getting chilly, time to dig out a fleece top. We still have a few more hours to go through the halls of blazing aspen, but already, I'm back.

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