We landed in Boise under the cover of darkness last night and so, when I stepped outside this morning and glimpsed mountains for the first time in nearly 9 months, I broke into a huge grin and simultaneous tears. They weren't my beloved Catalinas, of course, but mountains, for better or worse, are the only thing, experience, or person that has ever humbled me. I say this as a woman who has never met an ocean, in whole or part, though I imagine it may have a similar effect. I'll let you know in June after I've been to the Mediterranean.