There is nothing like being up to my old tricks. High altitude hills, covered by sagebrush and grass. Close to forested mountains, but not too close.
My eyes always go to the copses of trees that grow island-like in the sagebrush and grass. Many times the copses sit on the north side of a hill or in gullies. The trees are stunted and not too healthy looking.
One of the reasons to look forward to September is that it is cool enough to camp on these sunny lands:
I suppose the appeal of this land is the same appeal as shorelines and islands at sea. It is the complex and surprising geometries that are fun to look at. A uniform, straight-line coast is rather boring, as are completely treeless plains or thick, monotonous forests.
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