I was born on this mountain, this mountains my home, she holds me and keeps me from worry and woe. — Steve Earle Copy Share Image
“I grow into these mountains like a moss. I am bewitched. The blinding snow peaks and the clarion air, the sound of earth and heaven in the silence, the requiem birds, the mythic beasts, the flags, great horns, and old… — Peter Matthiessen Copy Share Image
