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Hills

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1reading_fox
lokakuu 3, 2010, 7:25am

in Agatha Chrisitie's An Autobiography: she says

"I am quite capable of disliking a place just becasue the hills seem to me the wrong shape - it is very, very important that hills should be the right shape. Practically all the hills in Devonshire are the right shape. Most of the hills in Sicily ar ethe wrong shape, so I do not care for Sicily. The hills of Corsica are sheer delight; the Welsh hills, too, are beautiful.

In Switzerland the hills and mountains stand about you too closely."

Which just seems odd to me - although I do agree with her that Devon and Wales have lovely (though different) hills, I can't think of any I've seen that I didn't like.

2ari.joki
lokakuu 4, 2010, 1:17am

I share Dame Agatha's feelings to some degree. Some of the younger, more rugged mountains, such as the high Alps, Rockies, the Scandinavian Keel, just feel too arrogant, too self-centered, too pushy, too much.

Their foothills are fine, and I totally can (and do) admire the peaks and crags. But for comfortable solidity, the serenity and laid-backness of old age, give me eroded, rounded, glacially smoothed Karelians or the Yorkshires.

There can be degrees to liking.

3NorthernStar
lokakuu 4, 2010, 1:30am

I grew up visiting the Rocky Mountains frequently throughout my childhood. To me those are mountains. Later visiting the Appalachians in Quebec and New York, and the Coast Mountains in BC they seemed wrong for mountains, not because of the size or steepness, but the trees growing right to the top. I also liked the much gentler mountains in Scotland, they were properly bare. I love to get above treeline, and also to see the bones of the hills or mountains!

4Glassglue
lokakuu 5, 2010, 11:58am

I'm used to the Olympic and the Cascade range, here in Washington, USA. I've been scrambling over them and sleeping on their shoulders since I was in utero. I can understand what Ms. Christie means, even if I don't have a personal account of a similar feeling.

I just love the mountains in general. Craggy, treed, bare, snowy, they all call to me.

5iatethecloudsforyou
joulukuu 8, 2010, 4:13pm

to me as long as there is an abudance of nature and a low percentage of people, i am happy. flat, hill, steep and high altitude, i like them all. i have a preference for high altitude climbing, like the rockies and alps (havent been to himalayans or andes or atlas or otherwise.
i sometimes do miss the rockies while in the alps, and i think this has to do with the big sky, the ruggedness, the lack of humans.

6maggie1944
helmikuu 26, 2011, 9:40am

Hi, I am lurking about, thinking about joining this group and want to bump up discussions.

Which hills, and where, are your favorites? Not mountains...living here in Washington, USA, I've got lots of mountains I love to look at...Mt Rainier, Mt Pilchuck, Mt Baker, and our favorite "lost her top" Mt St Helens; but I am interested in Hills.

7pollysmith
huhtikuu 4, 2011, 10:32am

well the Appalachias and great smokies have always appealed to me but thats because I lived close to them most of my life, I have never seen any others to compare them with

82wonderY
huhtikuu 4, 2011, 2:59pm

a Corra Harris book from 1912, The Recording Angel - this is the first page:

If you take a certain train at two o'clock in the afternoon, say, at Twenty-third Street Station in New York, and travel steadily southward till you are an hour behind time, you come to the carmine hills of Georgia - round, soft hills that the grasses love.... The hills do not notice you as you pass. They are suckling the grass. They are asleep in the golden sunshine. They are dreaming in the perfume of the cotton blooms. You would not be astonished if one of them should turn over and stretch and show the other breast, they are so very comfortable, so very fertile and lazy. No wonder that every train coming southward in this direction loses time. You cannot "stoke" even a New England engine enough to make it hurry in such an atmosphere of repose and somnambulance.