The mountains have been my home ever since I can remember. I grew up with their mass dictating my movement and their towering heights cutting my days short. They have been a constant presence in my life but I never truly respected them until they weren’t. Three years ago I went away to college and left them behind. It was through that distance that those already high peaks grew even larger in my mind until I had no choice but to go to them. Since last summer I have climbed 41 of the 48 four thousand foot mountains in New Hampshire, always with a camera around my neck. Once I complete the 48, I plan on hiking the rest of the high peaks in the north east and maybe one day the Appalachian Trail, collecting amazing photographs and memories along the way.