What is it that drew men to the mountains in the early days of colonization of the United States? Was it the adventure? Was it the quest for fortune? What separated these men to live in the wilderness; to survive on nothing but their own grit and skill? What happened to this "calling" to men requiring them to leave civilization and seek out the remote parts of this land? To face danger; isolation, and possible starvation on a daily basis? What did these men possess in their hearts and souls to allow them to make such sacrifice? To drive them to accomplish what few dared at that time, and to truly understand the balance between man and nature? Many of us today suffer from the same internal turmoil that our ancestors succumbed to. We survive in a daily grind of work, finances, and scarce family interaction. We dream of days of old as it appears that life then carried meaning and purpose. Only a few hundred men were chosen by the unknown forces of this world, and fewer ever found.... The Soul of the Mountain