Wherever mountains are, there exist people to whom mountains are where life should be lived. To millions more they are a fascination, an exhilaration, a challenge, a solace; but when a man tries to state why, he finds himself using the impotent abstractions. Like magnificence. Like solitude. Like self-humility. Like freedom and beauty. Or he goes the other way and speaks for fresh air and fishing, of bighorn and bear. None of these suffices, and together they don’t explain. Maybe we can’t improve on the simple statement that mountains are mountains. — A. B. Guthrie, Jr.