There is the beautiful Mountain that looms over the little town near our home.
It is the first thing you see as you drive along the caretera (highway) to the west.
It's twin peaks reach for the sun and inspires a person with grand ideas about taking a day hike to it's summit.
Although the elevation of this mountain would be looked on as more of a foothill back in Utah and Idaho,
a mere 400m or 1312 ft. above sea level,
it is still beautiful to see as nature surrounds her with clouds,
and the mountain takes on the look of a smoking volcano,
giving one the impression of the power of nature.
In the early morning as the sun rises the mountain is gently kissed with the warm colors of Aurora,
and as the rain moves in the mountain looms as a Zeus, a Rain-God, there to protect the village from droughts.
So, as I sit on my wall and wonder at the romantic imagrey this mountain brings to my mind of gods and goddesses, of valor and love, .....
I lean over to the love of my life, nuzzle his ear and ask, "What is the name of the craggy hill, that wonderous bulwark that protects our little village, my love?"
"Tetas De Cabra". The magical name just rolls off his tongue in his fluent Spanish.
I started to think "Ah, that's pretty", and then the translation hits me.
It is my express opinion that women should have accompanied men on their explorations if for no other reason than to come up with better names for mountains.
It is the first thing you see as you drive along the caretera (highway) to the west.
It's twin peaks reach for the sun and inspires a person with grand ideas about taking a day hike to it's summit.
Although the elevation of this mountain would be looked on as more of a foothill back in Utah and Idaho,
a mere 400m or 1312 ft. above sea level,
it is still beautiful to see as nature surrounds her with clouds,
and the mountain takes on the look of a smoking volcano,
giving one the impression of the power of nature.
In the early morning as the sun rises the mountain is gently kissed with the warm colors of Aurora,
and as the rain moves in the mountain looms as a Zeus, a Rain-God, there to protect the village from droughts.
So, as I sit on my wall and wonder at the romantic imagrey this mountain brings to my mind of gods and goddesses, of valor and love, .....
I lean over to the love of my life, nuzzle his ear and ask, "What is the name of the craggy hill, that wonderous bulwark that protects our little village, my love?"
"Tetas De Cabra". The magical name just rolls off his tongue in his fluent Spanish.
I started to think "Ah, that's pretty", and then the translation hits me.
It is my express opinion that women should have accompanied men on their explorations if for no other reason than to come up with better names for mountains.
Because there is nothing in the least romantic about a mountain named "Goat Tits".
Did those French Trappers that named the Grand Tetons make it this far south?
3 comments:
That's hilarious!
Hahaha...No, No, I do not know everything, about EVERYTHING...Or do I? (refer to Oct 2, comment) - Jake
Yes Jacob, you are all wise and all seeing!!! ;-)
Since I learned that name I keep picturing a dead goat laying on it's back. ;-/
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