The middle of Michigan is very flat. Not Nebraska flat, but flat enough that it's possible to accidentally be driving 120mph because there is nothing to gauge your speed by as you drive past.
Indeed. I ran into this problem a bit when I was last in Michigan. I started and ended the trip in SE Michigan, but had to drive up to the Traverse City area for the family reunion I was attending. Both ways I had to be really careful to watch my speed.
I don't really get this, and the things I see called mountains back east confuse me, on account of them being puny little hill things.
WORD.
This is a proper vista to me - we're just above the tree line and into alpine tundra. Flat means marsh, in my world (and usually there's mountains on the horizon). I found the landscape along I-35 & I-90 very upsetting for that (and other reasons).
This is a proper vista to me.
Again reminding me that I really need to see Alaska with my own eyes.
Having always lived in flat places until now, I generally disbelieve in the existence of mountains until I see them.
I generally disbelieve in the existence of mountains until I see them.
The mountains feel the same way about you.
hah! for me the most proper "vista"
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Good ol' industrial Northeast!
My parents, despite being midwesterners, became very accustomed to mountains living in California and Arizona for quite a few years total. After that, they landed in Houston for a couple years. One day mom found herself admiring the mountains in the distance.
They were clouds.
They decided they really wanted to live in a place with mountains from then on out.
Tangentially, the Jane's Addiction song with the line "I spoke to the mountains, I listened to the sea. They both told me that the mountain is the best that you can be," always bugged me.
From a geological standpoint, ocean v. mountain results in a win for the ocean, every single time.