Flatland resident relishes in hiking

One of the most exciting things for me about living in the Bay Area are the endless mountains and hills.

I’m new to uneven horizons. I’ve always lived in areas where the land is flat no matter which way you look: Moscow, South Florida and then Chicago.

During some early mornings in South Florida, clouds would float very close to the ground, and the sun would hit them in a way that created an illusion of rugged mountains somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

I remember being fooled by that illusion on occasion as I looked out of the window of my high school’s bus, still trying to wake up.