Orophile
Being an orophile means more than just appreciating mountains—it's about finding a profound connection that enriches one's life. From the thrill of summiting peaks to the tranquility found in alpine meadows, mountains offer a unique refuge and challenge. Personally, embracing my identity as an orophile has transformed how I engage with nature. I seek out new trails, savor panoramic views at sunrise, and cherish the peaceful solitude only high elevations can provide. This deep affinity often leads orophiles to pursue hiking, climbing, or simply spending quiet moments immersed in mountainous surroundings. Beyond physical activities, it fosters a respect for the environment and a desire to protect these majestic places. If you identify as an orophile, you likely feel called to explore diverse mountain ranges, from rugged terrains to gentle slopes. Connecting with fellow mountain lovers through communities like #DarkNightBeacon and #BeaconOfTheDarkNight can enhance this passion through shared stories and experiences. Whether you're a seasoned climber or someone who enjoys peaceful mountain retreats, embracing the orophile spirit offers lasting fulfillment and a connection to the natural world that many find hard to match.
I don't know if I can pronounce it properly but this is Me. When everyone wanted to go to the beach I wanted to go to the mountains. My grandmother went cross country east to west (by car) with my father's brother's family and she would send me postcards and almost every one contained the words"oh the mountains." Two years later I had the opportunity to cross country as well. Tales of the trip took hold and the next trip was a convoy of 3 families. Low and behold the giants that took my breath away with every new hidden gift and a feeling I was among the God's. To call them majestic is too inadequate. I believe they need a new name. If I could come up with a name deserving of them I would feel as if I had accomplished something in the little life I have lived. This was in the very early 70's before cellphones and constant noise that interrupted one from the best of daydreams. I lived in a time in between and oh what changes I had a front seat to. I went to the original Disney Land before any other exited. I attended the World's Fair in NYC. In school it wasn't until my junior year of high school that girls were not required to wear a dress. Oh My I have gone on so and admittedly I realized it along the way but couldn't stop in my recollections of a time I had not thought about for a long time. Forgive me, any befuddled reader for an old woman's ramblings of the past. Remember, it only took one word to start. A word that is so much more than a word because it refers to something living and indescribable unless you traveled them. Yes, traveled. you didn't cross them you had to travel through untold beauty and almost impossible one way roads without any guard rails. It was always my intention to return to them. Like a lost but not forgotten lover they stay with me. Calling me home.