Echoes from the Campfire

Beyond the black hills were the mountains, not far off, waiting for him.  He had always loved the mountains…  There was always the vast distance with the grass bending in the wind, the whispering leaves of the aspens, the gold of them when autumn came.  How could a man who had known such vast distance confine himself to a desk?  To the crowded streets of an eastern town?”
–Louis L’Amour  (Under the Sweetwater Rim)

“I am the LORD, who opened a way through the waters, making a dry [trail] through the sea.”
–Isaiah 43:16 (NLT)