It took me a long time to get used to not seeing mountains all around when I moved down out of the boonies to the seacoast. My parents' house looks out south a

It took me a long time to get used to not seeing mountains all around when I moved down out of the boonies to the seacoast. My parents' house looks out south across a wooded valley at this ridiculously picturesque ridge of rolling, almost perfectly rounded hills. When I head home, it isn't until I hit those first foothills at the edge of the Appalachians that I really feel like I'm where I belong. The other thing that I miss dearly is being able to see the stars. You can't get away from the ever-present orange street light haze around here, and it never actually gets dark. There's nothing like those cold, cold, clear still nights in the middle of the winter, with the moonlight on the snow and a Milky Way that you can actually see.