The Ancient Mountain“An editorial from the Old Mountain”A sweet, fragrant wind blows through my hair and tingles all my wonderful senses, greens, browns and grays float across my vision . I'm home, in that loving healing place called the Big Horn Mountains, it's where I grew up. This place, even before I was born, was an escape from city life for my family, and that tradition grew stronger when I was alive. Some of my earliest memories as a child were in the mountains, in our secluded two-bedroom cabin, off the main road from Deer Haven Lodge. Things were fantastic, activities like tag and hide and seek were children's games and things from city life, in the mountains there were real games. Games like Hunter and Caveman, where our imaginations took us to places that our city life could only dream of. Life was child's play and I was leave continually flowing through its billows, but soon there was reason to change. As I grew up in this life that was like a dream, I slowly became more aware of the change that was happening in the enchanting place I loved. Soon things changed so quickly that the next generation of my family will likely no longer be allowed to enjoy the wilderness freedoms that I had growing up. It pains me greatly to say this, because the way things are starting to go, I may not have my special place at all, nor my descendants. Initially the memories show that my mountain of the past was beautiful, calm and above all absolutely calm. There was no traffic on the weekend as a few families, "camping" in the Big Horns, all went to other places, leaving our little mountain all to itself. This peace was ca...... middle of paper ......ter, still a burn marks the earth where it lay. Even though it was for the better of the mountain, it still hits me to the core every time as I am now able to see across the entire forest from the cabin steps and see everything that was shrouded in trees, the sun bleached white by the sudden appearance of the light. The mountains played an important role in my growth, with lessons learned and imagination flourishing. May it be from the huge pile of trees that with their cutting revealed the mysteries of the forest and with them my youth went. Or the mountain that is now collapsing due to the carelessness of its new visitors, and so are the forests around it. Clearly, you can see how Big Horns are essential to a childhood full of fun and fond memories, so be quick, otherwise it may be too late for future generations to come..