"The Fucking Mountains"

"The Fucking Mountains" by The Unrealiable Narrator

Traveling through what I imagine Western Canada to be like- which is based off an antique print of a Lake Louise Tourism Poster my friend has in his bathroom, and my weekend spent in Montreal, we pass crystal clear, tectonic rift-deep lakes, and yes, they're wedged between mountain after mountain. These mountains are so overwhelming as you make your way toward BC (Vancouver recently voted best city to live in), that you feel an extreme contempt for them. How could mother nature laugh in your face so unforgivingly about trumping all of man's triumphs? The sun illuminates them at an angle, making every stone and shrub-covered slope into weathered scar tissue on the jawline of an indifferent war veteran. Skyscrapers? Bah, Nature says, we have fucking mountains. Animals don't live here... But then we begin to marvel. "These Fucking Mountains! They're white-tipped with snow!" I could live here! We become awestruck as we pass in the train, drinking English Tea in the dining car, reading socially applicable novels. The world is a sunny place! In a few hours we will see our friends on the Western Coast of Canada. We will be tucked safely between these mountains and the sea and the sky. We will all go out to dinner and to a pub. I will be looking at the mountains the whole time, telling my friends to look too.