"The mountains are calling, and I must go."
I love adventures. Big ones, small ones, spontaneous ones, you name it, I love them. Mountains seem to hold endless adventures on their peaks, hidden in their valleys, mixed among their trees, and living in the water. They are peaceful, the rush of reality and chaos of every day life is left behind in the mountains.
Many times in the scriptures, prophets of God are called to the mountains to receive revelation, and it makes sense. I personally don't think it's because they are closer to heaven, but because they aren't filled with the noise that is so apparent in life. It's easier to hear God when we listen without distractions, and it's easier to learn when it's a little bit challenging.
Hiking isn't easy. I would much prefer to ride a horse up the mountain. I'm more comfortable, it's not as physically and emotionally straining. It hurts. And I don't like it, step by step. It pushes you. It's always uphill both ways I'm pretty sure. But I do know I never regret it when I'm done. (That's a lie. The next day I always regret it, but mostly because I'm super sore.) Mountains teach me something nothing else could.
When we are in crowded places, sometimes our thoughts become chaotic and close minded, but as we get into open places, our minds allow room for growth and positive thoughts.
If you're feeling clouded over, I challenge you to go to the mountains. It's a fantastic stress reliever, you can find peace and joy there. I guarantee you'll remember it later, unlike mowing your lawn again. When the mountains are calling you, I suggest you answer it. 
