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.
Actually, driving by Gary, Ind on the way from Chicago to boyfriend's folks place in southwestern MI felt shockingly VERY familiar to me.