Mountain view is -- well just Mountain View. You can't really describe it. I don't think most city folks can even see it.
Sometimes I think of my time there a dozen or so years ago and belive it must be some sort of American Brigadoon, and that I'll go back sometime, and find it gone.
All I recall is drinking forbidden beer all night and watching the sun come up on the White River then eating fresh trout for breakfast, and the old stone steps leading down to the spring back of the town, and a beautiful woman singing old songs on a cheap 12-string and selling box dinners.
And the long, lonely journey back to a flatland home, which was never quite the same again.