Recently, I went to the mountains in Colorado. The camp was nestled at 8600ft. It took my breath away in all respects. Such grandeur. The day before I returned to Michigan, a group of us decided to go to the crosses another 1500 feet up. Three crosses mounted on a bluff of the mountain begged attention. I thought of what I might say when and if I got there. “I’m the king of the world!” De’Caprio
Well, after taking many breaks to catch my breath I reached the desired summit. My my my… How I was humbled. Words were few and I felt adequately small. This was a holy moment, and I felt a bit more whole. There is something, someone way bigger than me, and it was okay.
It was as if God was saying, “I got you. I Am mysterious and majestic, and I see you.”
This was more than a bucket list check-mark. This was transformation. Such mercy and grace. I felt much of my abandonment issues melt away.
As I looked at the three crosses I thanked God for putting skin in the game.
Gerald the Writer 
Your experience on the mountain top made me reflect on the many references in the Bible. The mountain experiences; Moses meeting God at Sinai, Abram at Moriah, Elijah on the mountain with the sacrifice putting the baal priests to shame, the disciples and the transfiguration experience.
You can add your event to the list of believers.
I thought about the many higher elevation stories in the bible as well. Thanks for the suggestion!