Here's an excerpt from the first part of A Pilgrim at Tinker Creek:
Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all its stimulus and beauty; I live there. But the mountains are home.
My favorite book.
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