2008-11-12 14:04:55.000 – Summit Volunteers, NULL
Over many years and countless trips here, whether walking, driving or riding, I’ve made a point of paying my respects to Lizzie Bourne. She was a 23yr. old girl from Maine who died here, within view of the summit, in 1855. It would seem such a waste of life at that age and had she listened to her elders, she most likely would never experienced the awesome power of Mt. Washington. Our arrival last Wednesday found the mountain quite calm and warm temperatures nearly breaking records. The few views we had were just as inspiring this trip as they’ve been in the past. Now winter’s fury has returned with 70 mile winds and driving snow pointing out how fast things happen here. Through all our trips, in every season, we’ve grown to love this place and, unlike Lizzie, have lived to return. She paid a dear price for an incredible trip.
Now our week draws to a close and as I’m writing this I realize it’s November 11th, Veteran’s Day. I would never try to rationalize war but the fact remains our country has paid a dear price for something we call freedom. I can’t possibly explain how that relates but to say we are truly blessed to be Americans. To stand upon the ‘Rock Pile’ and be glad you’re alive.
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