When I was a kid, I saw a show on television about a remote island in the Pacific that had a huge mountain on it that rose high up above the clouds and into the mist. Nobody knew what was at the top, but there were rumors of people who went there and never returned. So a crack team of skeptical scientists and explorers climbed it, at great personal risk–one climber even fell off in melodramatic fashion, screaming as the mist enveloped him, voice trailing into the void. When they got to the top, what did they find? Dinosaurs, of course!! It was then that I learned that if you are ever being chased by a tyrannosaurus rex, find the nearest triceratops, and run between its legs. Watch your step, though, and more importantly, watch the triceratops’s step!
Somehow, I managed to overcome my fear of mountains and see the beauty in them. They are powerful. They affect the weather. It seems mystical, until you figure out that when the wind hits them, they create massive updrafts forcing the warm, moist air high into the sky where it cools and condenses as clouds around their peaks. But they still remain alluring, or as I call them, “misticle'”
The Huffington Post has a nice slide show of mountains in winter. Check it out. Here’s my contribution, a mountain on the south island of New Zealand that I saw in June of 2011.