My spirit soars in swelling praise as I rise in altitude. I come before these vistas as approaching the Lord's table; the nourishment of sky and terrain feed my soul. The cry of hawk and eagle are hymns directed by the whistling wind. It is within the sky-blue walls of this sunday school classroom where these sainted sierras show me the grandeur of God. Here, surrounded by and in the mountains, I find my many-steepled sanctuary.