I miss living in the mountains. After all this time I still get disoriented because I can’t see the Wasatch Mountains to the east or the Oquirrhs to the west. Harrogate is one of the highest settlements in England, between 300 and 600 feet above sea level. Our home in Utah has an elevation of more than 4500 feet. The tallest peaks in the United Kingdom are scarcely that high. Last April we took a Sunday drive over the Pennines to visit friends. It was a lovely trip. But I didn’t see anything that I’d call a mountain. We’re all packed as I write this, waiting for the arrival of the taxi that will take us to the airport. But chances are by the time you read this, I’ll already have been flying for several hours. And when we finally get a chance to sleep again, we’ll be in the shadow of the everlasting hills.
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