I can imagine living at the foot of a mountain. Except in my fantasy, it's a lush green mountain, not one of the dull, tan piles of rock of the Sonoran Desert. My mountain would be a sloped, slate-gray, moss-covered monolith spilling colossal shade trees onto the landscape below. No cactus; no gray-green creosote or saguaros. And mine would be the only house... More >>>