Rolling hills

When I was a kid in Southern California, the housing construction was pretty non-stop. But just past the mall, at the edge of town, the development gave way to rolling hills. I used to drive my car to the end of the road there, and walk to a spot on the top of one hill, and just look out. It was a good place to think. Eventually, the developers got their hands on those hills too, and that was when Orange Country really stopped being home for me. 

There are lots of places in Iceland with wonderful, wide open views that remind me of those hills in Southern California. So I guess that means I think more here. 

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