Course I’m back a dead-end dirt lane on a mountain
That sounds like a great place to be livin'. I'm partial to the desert. I often dream of hookin' up our home (36' fifth wheel) and headin' for the wide open yet isolated areas around Death Valley...or even between Barstow and Stateline.
I’ve spent my entire life in the mountains.
Any time I go somewhere that I can see more than a few hundred feet of unobstructed view [i.e., no trees] it freaks me out...:))
I’ll never forget the first my family went through the N & S. Carolina flatlands from Myrtle Beach on our way to the Smokies.
The sight of *miles* of flat land and endless, hypnotic rows of tobacco plants nearly gave me a panic attack.
I felt so naked and exposed.
I’m in a hollow [”holler”] where 1 mountain 2 ridges come together in a “V” shape.
It’s very sheltering, comforting and more importantly, easily defensible.
[I’m sure whoever built this log house in the 1700s had that in mind because of Indian attacks which were common back then]
Bless them for it.
I feel safe with my back against the hills.
[having to drive across Oklahoma would probably make me totally bonkers]...;-D