Looking Towards the Mountains

As I look across the lake to the Cascades I always think about the other side--the "dry side." I remember one time as I was approaching the pass how completely enveloped in mist everything was. And then almost the moment I made it across the pass, the sun was shining, and it was as if I'd entered a completely different world. And then came all that high desert area, and then fruit-growing country and more desert--of a different kind--and then, much further, the rolling hills covered with golden wheat. I think of all of that whenever I look at the mountains.