Passo Giau - Italy
Occasionally you find somewhere special. A place so unique in its method of being both Intimidating in its scale, yet welcoming in its views. There seemed to be an element of politeness in the way these mountains presented themselves. A violent storm seemed to merely pass overhead as opposed to engulf us in the wind, rain, and sleet the other sections of the Alps seemed to present to us. No, these mountains seemed to hush. To whisper. To lure you into their engulfing monuments and sit silently in the speckled fields of wild mountain flowers.
I'm not sure if it's my Italian bloodlines, my thirst for adventure or just my fierce addiction to exploring mountains, but there was just something about this place that immediately felt like home.