12 You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
There’s something strange about mountains in New England, and I don’t mean that tall ones are 2,000 feet high. It’s taken me a while to assimilate the weirdness, but the
walk hike Ian and I took around Mt. Wachusett today solidified it in my mind. The weirdness is this: Parking lots and crowds of people fresh from their cars swarming around the top of a mountain that you reached by honestly hiking up it. Not only does this seem like cheating, but to me it almost feels sacrilegious, like setting up a fast food court in St. Paul’s Cathedral.