As I reached the summit, I caught my breath. The beauty and the thinness of the air overtook my senses. I knelt down in the snow looking out to the world below. The view from the peak of a mountain is very different from being in an airplane. The sense of awe I had was enhanced. The world seemed more real. A smile came to my face as I remembered my childhood. Playing "king of the mountain" was one of my favorite pastimes and now, I was the "king" of the highest mountain. The climb to the peak had been a long one. Stumbling over rocks and brush, slipping on pebbles, cold, sleepless nights, and now this. Indescribable joy, relief, and beauty. Being alone in such a peaceful setting caused me to feel very spiritual. I prayed, thanking God for my safety and this wonderful opportunity. The helicopter came to pick me up. Climbing back down would have been nearly impossible without something to look forward to. As I got into the helicopter I looked down to where I had been and wished I could live in the mountain. In the pine trees, in the snow, in the rocks, alone.