In the morning glow, on a winding path, the golden lace billows in the icy air. Hundreds of tiny trees fade into the distance, the buttes grow into high mountain tops. The Rocky Mountains of the North rise from the flat lands on the East, and spindly trees in the South, before hitting a vast expanse to the North. Although close to people, you are also far away; it is part of living in the North that gives both excitement and loneliness.