I was a born and raised Adirondack mountain hick. But I love it here in AZ. It’s one of those things that had to grow on me but now I couldn’t go back.
As beautiful as the Adirondacks are (IMO one of the most beautiful places on earth) the desert has it’s own thing. There is beauty in that blasted apocalypse. That serenity you hear about in every cowboy movie? It’s real. Hard to see it when it’s 130 degrees though....
I bet it is. I feel the same way when I’m on the beach. But, I’ll always be an Appalachian ridge runner. I’ll never get it out of my blood, no matter how long I live down here with these Alabama flatlanders. LOL They’ll bury me in the mountains.