I have not had spiritual experiences in the mountains that were any different than those I have felt in other places in the wild. I marvel at what God has created just as much when paddling on Emerald Lake in Ontario, when caught in a thunderstorm while hiking on Rib Mountain 1924' near Wausau, Wisconsin, while biking in the Mead Wildlife Refuge at sunset, or when sitting in the woods behind the barn near the Rocky Run Creek when I was a kid. I'll have to admit that sitting at Camp Shurman after reaching the Rainier summit, standing on top of Mount Hood at 5:30 AM, hiking the Glacier Trail in the Wind Rivers, climbing the Chimneys on Granite Peak, hiking the Ammonoosuc Trail in NH, filtering water in Dollar Lake near Kings, and skiing to the Mount Arvon summit on New Years Eve were all inspiring. Usually I say "Thank God!" I didn't fall in a crevasse on Rainier or have a rock fall on my head while climbing Gannett or Granite Peak, or get bit by a rattlesnake in North Dakota.