The view was breathtaking when we walked out across the lookout area. The village below became a toy village with little toothpick houses and ant people scuttling about. These pictures are from my dad’s camera, with some post-processing, but the sights really were that impressive in real life. There was an area fenced off for the tourists, but beyond that fence the grass went on and on until it disappeared into the base of a dark looming mountain. The mountains seemed at the same time so close and so far away, both within reach and impossibly high. I could not stop staring, did not know where I should fix my eyes, because the beauty was so astounding and incredible. Part of my heart ached, cried that I should never leave this place, that I should stay where I was and spend the rest of my days drinking in the view. This is the grandeur of Creation, in a place so remote and almost forgotten, where civilization still respects the rules of nature and where the beauty of the earth is still unspoiled.
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