A Place Of Escape.

Although my work confines me to the indoors I've always been an outdoors-man. Given the slightest opportunity you'll find me somewhere out there in nature enjoying what it has to offer. I am no "nature snob" so anything will do, no matter if it is a rainforest, the African savannah or the dessert . . . . . .but I must admit - I have a soft spot for the mountains.

I am so blessed to be living in Cordoba at the moment. I have two mountain ranges close enough to my home to have no excuse to enjoy it on a weekly basis. The Sierras Chicas (The Little Mountains) are about 30 kilometres away and I regularly find myself exploring its beauty but when I have more than just a couple of hours to kill I hit out to the Altas Cumbres (the High Peaks) about 80 kilometres away to draw a breath or two of cold mountain air to refresh my soul. That is where I go to escape the rat race of city life and make peace with my inner being.

It's a place where I can sit above the early morning mist and view the Sierras Chicas in the background; where I can view the majestic Condors in full flight and where the road brings colour back into my life. The mountains and I are one . . . . . . there simply is no way to separate them from me . . . . Something in me will surely die if I don't escape to them regularly!

I’ll share about the privilege to be a mere 600 kilometres away from the Andes with you in a separate post.