I’ve been thinking lately about how much I enjoy gazing at big fluffy summer clouds. I’ll bet we’ve all spent time on past – or recent - summer days finding kittens, boats, and alligators in the cloud shapes. Busy day at work, huh?
Then there’s that feeling you get when you drive over a rise and get the first glimpse of majestic mountains. Not the Appalacians..I mean the Rockies…the Sierras…the Alps..big mountains. Mount Rainier, near Seattle, is a particular favorite of mine…a 1958 family story persists about a little girl throwing her brother’s shoe out the window while her family drove up Mt. Rainier. http://www.mt-rainier.com/
See any similarity between looking at cloud formations and the thrill of seeing huge mountains? Maybe not…but maybe just a little. That’s my current theory…that in Delaware and other flattish states, one can look to fluffy white clouds for mountain-top experiences. Thankfully, no one will ask you to hike to the top of a cloud.
Would love to see your photos of cloud-mountains!