The best part about our current trip to New York State has been the time we have had with our extended family. Yesterday, we traveled with Peter (Alice's brother), his wife Magda, and their son Kevin to Whiteface Mountain deep in Adirondack Park. On our way there, we drove through the village of Lake Placid, which was the site of the 1932 and 1980 (remember the "Miracle on Ice"?) Winter Olympic Games. The alpine skiing events from those games took place on the slopes of Whiteface.
We obviously had no intention of skiing, but rather wanted to see the panoramic view from the top of Whiteface Mountain. It not only is one of the tallest mountains in New York, but also offers a tremendous view. After making it to the parking area near the peak, we walked 400 feet through a tunnel into the mountain (where it was only 45 degrees), and then took an elevator to the summit. From there, we both soaked in the view and tried to keep our kids from falling off the side of the mountain.
One of the reasons I love to climb mountains is that the breathtaking views give us a small peek at God's glory. God is majestic and full of splendor. His creation, which he has given us to enjoy and be stewards over, blesses us with a hint of what He is like.
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