Rise and fall

Me at Mono Lake with the Sierra Nevadas in the background

I was lucky enough to come across A River Runs Through It on TV today.  Few things have made me more homesick than this movie did.  It was the scenery of Montana mixed with the turn of the century history that did it and I finally realized what it was that I missed most about America and the only thing I need to live by to be happy...mountain ranges.  I love mountain ranges.  I reflected upon what I loved about the Great Basin so much and the first thing that came to mind was the range and valley system that ripples the landscape, second was the solitude and quiet.

Britain does not have mountain ranges.  They have some hills and a couple of peaks, but no Cascade, Sierra Nevada or Rocky Mountain Ranges.  When I say mountains, I mean 10,000ft +, where there is a dramatic rise and fall; where the range surrounds you, having the ability to shade you from the sun.  Mountains that are so high, the season is a month behind because of the altitude.

I miss mountains as much as I miss my family.