Mucky Mountain Newton Mucky Mountains, Sankey Valley Park The opening of the Sankey Canal in 1757 was the catalyst for the major industrial development of the area. Mucky Mountains are heaps of chemical waste, the by-product of soda made in the 1830s using the inefficient Leblanc Process Link . Muspratt’s Vitriol Works Link produced two tons of waste for every ton of soda it made. Large volumes of hydrochloric acid were discharged into the canal and solid wastes were dumped on nearby land forming large mounds. It is reported that conditions in the alkali works (which closed in 1851) were so bad that the escaping gases caused men’s’ teeth to rot and burned their clothes.
Mount Washington, New Hampshire we've driven up the mountain and hiked up BTW we climbed during the summer not during the dead of winter where Mt. Washington experiences some of the worst weather on earth.
Some mornings will find me up above the timberline, lonesome don't feel like much once you're this high and when it's all said and done I usually find, that me and the eagle are of the same mind.
grew up on the side of one. over the hill now. literally. where i live now, is on the other side of the same one. lol. (because its the closest i could get where i can afford to live. not the same kind of countryside though.)
Never bothered trying to reach the summits of the mountains that I have been ( not top, lower elevation).
mine? being the sierras. donner pass just a tad over seven thousand feet. the crows nest i'd guess somewhere around eight thousand, likewise castle peak. i'd have to look it up on a map i don't have handy.
sort of same here. never tried to scale the last big chunck of rock at the top, where you'd need climbing geer and all that. just as close to it as i could get by walking and relatively easy free climbing. the last chunk of rock on the top being usually only another 80 or 100 feet or so to the top of it.
The eagle looked down on the river below and wrapped his wings 'round him and fell like a stone... And the big salmon fought but the talons held true, and he shuddered as the world turned from silver to blue... I stood there in awe, though I'd seen it before, I was born in these mountains and I'll die here for sure. I've travelled around, I've seen City lights but nothing will outshine the big sky at night Now when I was young I took me a wife, oh but she never took to the high country life. So now I'm alone, I don't really mind, but her name echo's down from the canyon sometimes In my dream there's a horse, he stands 15 hands high, he's as white as the snow and there's fire in his eyes... And he'll bare only me, though others have tried, and together we will pass on up through the divide And some mornings will find us up above the timberline, lonesome don't seem like much once you're this high. But when it's all said and done I usually find, that me and the eagle are of the same mind. I'm not sure if he's the original writer of the song, but it's one of my favourite songs and by Steve Earle. In fact wipe out the verse about the wife and I'd have thought the song was written about me. That first verse about the eagle and fish man, runs chills down my spine.
Hawaii, Waipio Valley. Notice the vertical runnels coming down the mountain side, where a thousand waterfalls form everyday when it rains like clockwork for almost exactly an hour. Tourists are often killed attempting to look over the side of lava formations, only to discover the rock is so soft you can turn it to powder in your hands. It is what some of us call "rotten rock" which is all too common in volcanic places. In Seattle, the rock is rotten enough that they elevate the highways all over the place and just allow the rock to slide underneath. I grew up in Hawaii and ran around barefoot in nothing but shorts for four years as a child, and loved every minute of it. On the tallest peaks there is a tiny amount of snow and there are electric blue and electric green centipedes at different altitudes that are deadlier than a rattlesnake, but smaller and easier to step over.
my goal is always just to find the point with the best view. which is usually not the actual top, but close to it.
Only those with the most panoramic sweeping views, and those who are the most content among us, perceive the stairway to Heaven as having no real beginning or end, while a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
I was born on this mountain a long time ago Before they knocked down the timber and strip mined the coal Well you rose in the morning before it was light To go down in that dark hole and come back up at night I was young on this mountain but now I am old And I knew every holler, every cool swimming hole Till one day I woke up and realised to find That my childhood was over I went down in the mine There's a hole in this mountain and it's dark and it's deep And god only knows all the secrets it keeps There's a chill in the air only miners can feel There're ghosts in the tunnels that the company sealed I was born on this mountain, this mountain's my home She holds me and keeps me from worry and woe Well, they took everything that she gave, now they're gone But i'll die on this mountain, this mountain's my home