The mountains offer many stunning sights and I am grateful for all of them.
Today I am grateful to have seen The Old Man of the Mountain.
We were out camping on the September long weekend and came upon him during a hike.
We'd camped virtually underneath him during the August long weekend, but I didn't notice due to the angle, and to not knowing he was there. A friend pointed it out after I posted a photo on Facebook that featured the fellow.
I confess I have no idea if I used to know he was there and forgot or simply never knew.
Now I've seen him. Now I know he is there, waiting patiently for who knows what? and I am grateful.
