Feeding my soul at 5,000 feet.
The mountains are my church, and the windswept summits are the altar upon which I find solace.
In The Church Of Ice And Snow.
Many worship behind stained glass, or under minarets.
My place of worship is in solitude, high on a mountain ridge as I watch the sun dip below the western horizon. As the warmth of daylight is replaced by the cool blue of twilight, this is where I find peace and salvation.
For me, this is Heaven.