I grew up in the mountains of southwest Virginia, always loved the mountains.
I can still remember when flying over the mountains in Laos and the central highlands of Vietnam, and how beautiful they were, when you found a uncratered area.
We had limestone bedrock where I grew up, but nothing like the karst formations I saw in Laos, but it still reminded me of home. Except I was getting shot at.
I hope I can take one of those tours down the trail while i'm still able.