All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.

May I be honest and admit that all I want to do is go up to the Canadian Rockies? Maybe after a few weeks, I'd be ready to want and chase something else again.

Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing.

It's the end of August and autumn is in the air, nosing its way into the edges of each day. And I am dreaming of mountains. I want to climb until my knees quake.

I'm not so hung up on mountain ranges that I'd kick a rocky coastline out of bed, though.

Photos by NaturalLight on Flickr.