I live at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. I love everything about them. Even in the summer before I am out of bed even an hour I can see a snow capped peak. Those mountains are my anti-depressant. During my life no matter how bad things have been when I go to those mountains I have been able to leave my worries at home. As I head off to my beloved mountains I can feel my worries drain out and the anticipation come in. Even now my wife tries to get me to the mountains as much as she can. Sometimes by the end of the drive there, only a few minutes, I am too sick to get out of the car. Sometimes I can even walk for as much as a half an hour on an easy trail. One thing is for certain though. I am always better off after a trip to the Rockies. I am addicted to them, I am an Alpine Junkie.