Every weekend during the warm months we took the lift up the mountain. We hiked and had picnics. We laughed and played. Our two Great Dane dogs ran ahead of me and my sister. We were a family. Those are my memories from the 1980s and now, living in Seattle, I appreciate more than ever having had Vitosha mountain so close to my hometown Sofia. So close that, in fact, one can get there using public transportation and have the mountain experience I know I certainly need more of these days. Taking this picture today I realise what a relief it is for the eyes to scan the horizon far and away. To feel the immense power of possibility unfold across the mountain range.